25 years ago my parents dropped me off for my first semester of college in California. Everyone had roller blades and mountain bikes at the time and my father said, “I know what you want for Christmas.”
He didn’t wait until Christmas, he shipped me this bike in a box and I had it assembled in Cali. I probably put less miles on that bike than an Ironman distance ride- true story. It has been stored away in a garage or shed for 24 years. My ex husband wanted me to throw it away, but I couldn’t. I even pulled it out of the scrap metal pile he was taking to the junkyard. This year, I’ve seen it in my shed, wedged between a lawn mower, Christmas decorations and photography props. And seeing it in rotting condition, covered in grime and dust, it was like looking at a deceased pet. It gut punched me every time. So I finally took it to a local guy I found on Facebook and he replaced my dry rotted tires, cleaned it up and got it in like new condition.
I finally got a chance to ride it today. A little sunshine on my face, wind in my hair and a “vintage” bike. It was the perfect ending to what turned out to be a very crappy week. The weekend is here and I find myself getting ready to run Cowtown for the 5th time. A 5k and half on this beaten down body. I feel like this might be my last long distance road race. My knee is not better. I hope I’m wrong. But I feel I’m not. Wish me some luck and some perseverance to run through the pain.
I want to RUN.