It's the 20th Anniversary of the Bike Race? Time Flies.
I am surprised that the whole bike race thing is still so emotional for me. I am more than a little scattered this morning and I have a lot to do before we leave this afternoon. It has been seven years since I was run over while training for the annual Kluane to Chilkat International Bike Relay. (Every ride before the June race is a training one.) I'll be fine, of course I will. I'm lucky to be able to walk, much less ride. My friend Bruce is volunteering on the radio now and he just played a gospel tune about dying and going to heaven, which made me pause, some. But then he played another fine tune- O Happy Day. I think you can choose which side of the road to ride on. The dark or the light. I'm choosing light, and that's why I'm riding again this year. Someone asked if we will be a competitive team, as in the top ten, or top in our division this year, like we used to be. No, and yes. As in yes, I will ride as hard as I can for as long as I can, not because I want a ribbon, because I am still able to. It's a whole different kind of race these days. Could this be the beginning of wisdom? Have I gained more than gray hair in the twenty years since we first rode in this race?