It's that time of year again, in the spring when kings go off to war and girls try to look good in swimsuits. (Did I mention I get to go to a beach one day in the Philippines? Kind of giddy about that.) I considered a variety of health goals to motivate myself, but I have decided, knee tendons allowing, to do the Courage Classic for Denver's Children's Hospital. (By the way, do knees have tendons?)
It's a 155-mile, 3-day bike ride through the mountains of Summit County. It's no joke. And you know, "cyclists" (not bikers, don't ever call them bikers I've learned) are some scary dudes. With their little skinny road bike tires and shaved calves the size of hams and their spandex outfits. They're intimidating.
Compassion has a team that rides in it every year. A team of men, that is (replete with their skinny tires and shaved ham calves and spandex outfits). So a couple of women have agreed to try it out too this year. I'm pretty excited. One woman estimated we need to go 70 miles a week to train. Say what?
I'm taking it one step...wheel rotation at a time. So in the coming weeks as the glacier finally melts from our front yard and the temperatures finally rise, we'll be out there cruising up the hills of our neighborhood.