First an update on our fund-raising efforts for the Courage Classic: Thanks to you all, Celeste and I have now raised $930 for Denver's Children's Hospital! Our goal is $2,000, so if you're still considering donating, please feel free to click one of our links below and give a little something to Children's Hospital on our behalf:
I think the Decemberists say it best...
I looked around and went through various scenarios of shame and glory in my head. Worst case; some peroxide-blonde 80s villain jerk takes one look at me and my $750 bike (“but it’s Italian, I swear!” (it's not) ), and declares that I am unfit for the ride, and I slink back to my running friends with tears in my eyes and malice in my heart. Clearly I’m still stuck on the 1983 team sports memories here. Only slightly less humiliating; I am allowed to ride with the group, but am quickly dropped by all 29 other riders as they fly away from me in a monolithic fascist peleton, leaving me as the only person who can not keep up. Somewhat acceptable; I am able to hang on to the back of the pack and actually ride with someone. Maybe not the lead group, but I am actually involved in the ride. Better still; I am in the lead group, I am mixing it up, I even take a turn pulling the front of the peleton. And best of all; I find out that I am the strongest rider of the group, a cycling savant as it were, and they ask me to be their king, and buy me beers and peroxide.
Our little group makes it to Masonville and as we begin the climb to Horsetooth Mountain Park I realize that I am completely shot. I have no energy for this relatively minor climb, having spent all of my strength trying to keep up with these spandex-clad crazies on the flats. My two partners quickly leave me behind, and finally, 24 miles into what turned out to me a 38 mile ride, I let them go and start to ride at my own pace.
Now at this point I actually had managed to keep several of the other riders behind me, but now several of them start to reel me in on the hill. And some of the “big dogs” catch me as well, even though I took a 4 mile shortcut to Masonville. Heck, I’m sure some of the really fast riders beat me to Masonville even though they took the longer route.
Prince knows what I'm talking about
And once again, the links for our courage classic fund-raising: