This Memorial Day weekend, I went on some fun rides, but nothing structured. But who cares? Today, I’m thinking about the meaning behind this holiday.
I have a good friend in Afgahnastan right now. He’s away from his wife and two boys. To boot, his wife is pregnant with their third child. This friend is one of the most impressive people I’ve ever met. I have so much respect for him. I pray that I never need to remember him on this day; I pray he comes home safe.
That said, and for whatever it’s worth, my body still isn’t feeling right. I think I’m OK with my season being over. It doesn’t matter. I’m too busy with family and work to focus on riding, skating or anything.
I’m still riding quite a bit – all of it fun; none of it hard. I’m pushing big gears to keep the heart rate down. This weekend, I did the following: a 50-mile mountain bike ride in the foothills south of Boulder, CO; a 60-mile road ride up to Jamestown, CO (easy 8-mile climb); and a 2.5 hour ride kicking around local trails.
Maybe things will come around – who knows? And once again, who cares?
