Biking, Boys, Bonobo and Burps
All is not completely right with the universe, at least not my universe, or at least not yet, but there are days and there are moments that make you a believer. Yesterday was one of those days. It was a day that set the world right again. That doesn’t mean all the planets have aligned in my favor, it means I know I’m strong, I know I’m loved, and I’m a little less hard on myself. Any day that results in me giving myself a break, pushes away self doubt and causes me to see the value of myself as a human is a good day because shit happens that puts you in a lousy frame of mind and sometimes it’s a struggle to get out it.
It really isn’t about the day though, is it? It’s a series of events. It’s an obstacle you overcome, even if that obstacle is your own mind. It’s a challenge you face, and it’s the people you are sharing that day with.
This was a long day. A very long day. It began with my alarm buzzing at 5am. I had a big ride ahead of me. Sixty miles with over 5000 feet of climbing. I honestly wasn’t sure I could do it. It’s been a long time since I’ve ridden that distance and I missed the past two weeks of riding with my team so I didn’t feel ready. Three weeks prior, I had ridden 40 miles and other than two 20 or so milers, that was all I had done.
I did it. It wasn’t easy, but I did it without any issues. I was slower than I wanted to be and my coach was aware that I was struggling a bit. I lagged on the flats, but I don’t really like the flats. I would rather climb, but my legs weren’t too happy with all the climbing and toward the end of the second climb let that be known with painful cramping in my hamstrings. I pedaled through it. Jim, the other TNT staff person in my group, rode almost the entire course with me. He is a strong rider who could have left me in the dust, but he made an excuse about not feeling 100% and wanting to take it a little easier. I’m not sure if that was really the case, but I was thankful for his presence. He pulled me on the flats, climbed along side me, and followed behind on our long and sometimes treacherous descents. I hope he knows how heartfelt my thank you was after our ride.
Since the ride wasn’t far from where my son and daughter-in-law live, I stayed with them for the night. Jarrod and Amanda make my heart happy. Their love for each other is apparent. Their love for me rejuvenates my spirit. You can’t help but relax and enjoy every moment spent in the company of these two beautiful people. Their friends, Stephen and Shannon came over and together the boys fixed a wonderful dinner that we enjoyed on their apartment balcony. The weather was perfect and Amanda played a little dinner music for us.
The location of my ride could not have been planned better because a friend who works for a company that produces musical events gave me VIP passes to see Bonobo at the Mezzanine in San Francisco. Jarrod and Stephen are big fans, so off I went with the boys to see my first DJ show. Their friend Greg met us at the venue. Holy hell, have I been missing out! It was awesome and since we had backstage passes, we sat in a prime spot away from the crowd. What a blast!
It was close to 2am when Stephen dropped us off. Amanda is working on her Master’s in Forensic Science so she was still awake studying. Jarrod heated up the leftover mashed potatoes and the three of us ate and chatted until 3am.
It was a very good day…
Jarrod makes me laugh. A lot. Side splitting laughter. This morning, as we got into the elevator at his apartment building with my bike and bags he said,
“This morning I was in the kitchen and came up with my burp word.”
“What?” I asked.
“Bite size, ” he said with a laugh. “I burped and said bite size.”
“What?” I asked again.
“Kevin’s word is Robert. He says Robert with every burp,” he said.
Then he said, “Just so you know, I don’t like burping. I don’t burp in front of people and prefer they don’t burp in front of me.”