bianchi, aardvark and i
full moon five in the morning hovering over the horizon - left over from the night before. i wake up with a cup of coffee and shove an aardvark into the calf of my spandex for good luck (one of the only redeeming qualities of spandex, i've discovered, is that you can "hide" small treasures like rocks, shells and aardvarks in them and they_won't_go_anywhere). The aardvark and I met last night. he arrived via 'ready post' envelope from new orleans. thank you jenn!! he was a perfect riding buddy, and didn't take up much space.
i'm off for my first bike race. a metric century that i convinced my dad to ride with me. he convinced his friend to ride with us. 7:30 am start. 31 degrees. we decide on a 7:45 am start. southern oregon sage brush, fields and farms, 62 miles of it.
the first 6 miles i think to myself 'this is a lot like skiing' ice crystals kiss the grass, cling to my fleece jacket. i can't feel my face, fingers, feet. wind. feels like i'm flying. weeee!!! I warm up around mile 15.
cookies and bananas at mile 23.
bobcat at mile 27, the real kind.
straight lines and curves, rolling hills and flats, fog, sun, wheels, road, bike.
full moon five in the morning hovering over the horizon - left over from the night before. i wake up with a cup of coffee and shove an aardvark into the calf of my spandex for good luck (one of the only redeeming qualities of spandex, i've discovered, is that you can "hide" small treasures like rocks, shells and aardvarks in them and they_won't_go_anywhere). The aardvark and I met last night. he arrived via 'ready post' envelope from new orleans. thank you jenn!! he was a perfect riding buddy, and didn't take up much space.
i'm off for my first bike race. a metric century that i convinced my dad to ride with me. he convinced his friend to ride with us. 7:30 am start. 31 degrees. we decide on a 7:45 am start. southern oregon sage brush, fields and farms, 62 miles of it.
the first 6 miles i think to myself 'this is a lot like skiing' ice crystals kiss the grass, cling to my fleece jacket. i can't feel my face, fingers, feet. wind. feels like i'm flying. weeee!!! I warm up around mile 15.
cookies and bananas at mile 23.
bobcat at mile 27, the real kind.
straight lines and curves, rolling hills and flats, fog, sun, wheels, road, bike.
posted by humble bee at 4:47 PM
2 Comments:
why this new blog is blogtastic! reading about your morning ride gave me shivers. did you ride with a cape?
thought the real cape might slow me down. so we rode with an invisible cape. :)
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