My new rule to live by

Demons, skeletons, baggage... call it what you want, we all have it.  There are conversations that come up that give us that tingle, our stomach drops, palms sweat, nerves kick in.  As those conversations may continue and dangerously approach, our bodies may kick in some endorphins as we go "fight or flight" mode.  Then it happens, that one question that we have steered clear of, done everything in our power to avoid is about to get asked.  Now what?

Maybe we have started a new dating relationship or maybe we've been in a long term relationship, maybe even married.  What's our biggest secret?  What is it that we are so sure of that if the person sitting across from us knew, they'd run away?  What are the three things that we are so certain would eliminate us from being a partner that we guard and hide?  Or the three things that we've only told our best of best friend but would never dare to tell our partner out of fear?

As this fear exists, what conversations do we avoid?  What words are out there that at any moment we hear one, our attention gets quickly diverted to the source?  If a conversation or question may touch this fear what do we do avoid it... quickly remove ourselves from that conversation...head to the bathroom...change the subject?  What behaviors have we adapted to avert the risk?  What relief falls upon us when a potential conversation that may uncover this fear goes in another direction and our secret lives another day?  A sigh... a deep breath, a thank you God..knock on wood?  

As these fears exist, what is it that we are afraid of?  Are we afraid that our partner would look at us differently?  We afraid that the person we love won't love the person we actually are?  Are we truly showing this other person who we really are if we conveniently find ways to avoid certain conversations?  Who is it that this partner loves?...us...or this projection of us that we created to hide our baggage... an alternate us that we think is the us that is worthy of love? 

Now, what if our partner has fears just like we do?  Who the hell are we? 

What if we laid those demons, skeletons and baggage on the table?  What if we took those three things we fear most and made those the first things we shared with our new special person?  I don't mean share in a 30,000 foot level share or a tap-dance around them like we've done so many times before, I mean share, say what it is and own that those three things are part of us.  Are we scared if we did that, they wouldn't like us?  Scared that they'd turn and run?  Then don't tell them and hope we never have to talk about it.  Who is it we want this person to love?  us?  or fearful secret us?  Let's say we lay it all out there and let's say they turn and run. . . was it that bad?  What did we loose?... the opportunity at a relationship of fear?  What if we tell them?  What if we just started a relationship with a person who knows the worst imaginable things about us and at the end of the conversation they are still sitting there? 

What if they follow our lead and at the end of the night, both of us are still sitting there?  Imagine that beginning...

What if we're in a relationship of fear and hiding skeletons?  What if we opened up and shared?  This person tells us they love us each day?  They tell us they love us no matter what?  Isn't this no matter what?  What if we tell the person and they run?  What if we tell them and they say they will never forgive us?  What if they tell us those things are so bad they can't be with us?  Ask them what their fears are because if we've never shared them, they probably haven't either...   

I can't tell you the answer

I can only ask you the question; did you live your dream today?  

Peel your layers back, open up, give yourself, come apart all to become whole. 

Love yourself by living your dream.

Namaste

Something happened today...

Something happened today and you may not have even noticed. 

The sun still came up.

Drank your cup of coffee.

Drove to work.

Maybe it happened so fast you missed it.

Blinked and it passed by.

Afraid to notice.

Got too busy. 

Today was the most important day of your life, did you miss it?

did you live it

did you love it

would you do it again

Your life starts now, go live it.

What you see is what you give

Over the last couple years I’ve had the privilege to guide visually impaired and blind athletes for various races and training rides/runs.  When I describe this to people they offer a gracious pat on the back followed by stating “I’d never be able to do that, I’m too______.”   Fill in the blank with anything you can think of: slow, inexperienced runner, never guided before….so on and so forth. 

What I’ve come to realize over this time span I’ve been guiding is that it has less to do with my physical abilities and more to do with my ability to give.  I understand that if I’ve never run before that guiding a marathon is something I shouldn’t jump in to, but my point is that with the abilities we already have within us, any one of us can give as a guide.

Early morning December 8^th on a bus covered in snow in sub 30 degree temperatures in California, I overheard a conversation between a first time guide with an experienced visually impaired runner.  The guide looked the part of a runner; trim, fit, long legged – all the features that were irrelevant to the athlete he’d soon be tethered to for 13.1 miles.  As I listened in to their conversation I quickly knew their first run together would go smoothly.  The guide, who seemed a little nervous at first, was asking question after question.  Asking the athlete’s preferences; which side of the athlete to run to, how far ahead or behind he’d prefer he guided, what sort of cues he’d prefer.  As the guide asked more questions I could hear the calmness in the athlete’s voice.  The athlete was becoming more at ease as he learned of the care and concern and attention to detail his guide was giving him with the line of questioning; with the calmness of the athlete came the calmness of the guide.       

In my guiding experience, my conversations with visually impaired/blind athletes and from my conversations with other guides, here is the best list I can come up with for qualities necessary for being a guide:

1.       Be humble and ask questions – there are no stupid questions, you won’t be looked at as ignorant or arrogant if you’re asking questions to learn more about the athlete you wish to help.

2.       Be prepared personally – have your shit together for you, be spot on in your packing to travel, the items you need to run and support yourself through the race.  If you forgot something, identify and take care of it quickly so you’re not creating an emergency.  Imagine if you’re about to travel through the Amazon jungle led by someone you’ve never met only to have them show up and say “I forgot my compass”.  Your panic is their panic.

3.       Be available – make yourself available to the athlete ahead of the race, give them an opportunity to ask you questions so that they may find comfort in being familiar with their guide.

4.       It’s not your race – yes you are out there, yes you do have the opportunity to register for the race and get an official time, but when you’re guiding someone during a race, they come first.  I’m not suggesting putting yourself in any risk or danger, but I do all I can to let the athlete know I’m there for them.  I’m not suggesting that it’s not a team effort, it is, using the distinction of it not being about me helps me mentally prepare, train and be ready to be as attentive as I can be come race day.

5.       Don’t be an interruption - When I run my races it’s always my goal to have chunks of miles that seem to pass by effortlessly.  Somehow I’ve gone from mile 8 to mile 12 and didn’t even notice.  I never know when that’s happening to the athlete I’m with so I always keep that top of mind to not break it up if I can help it.  That’s how I navigate through other runners during the race; plan ahead, make subtle adjustments instead of a big grab or pull.  If any quick or sudden adjustment is needed I try to preface it with a verbal warning.

6.       Pay attention to detail – how much detail depends on the athlete.  Any time I guide someone new I like to find out how much information they want.  I error on too much than too little.  I let the athlete know to tell me to shut up if I’m providing too much feedback. 

This is by no means an exhaustive list of items but I feel a good start.  I can’t reiterate enough how none of the requirements have anything to do with your personal athletic ability.  Just like going to any running race there are slow runners and fast runners; there are slow VI/blind runners and there are fast VI/blind runners and most are in some need of a guide.  It’s not just races, it’s getting prepared to get to the starting line, think of the miles you logged training for your last race, then imagine doing a high percentage of those miles on a ‘dread-mill’ because there were lack of guides to run with.  I encourage you to put yourself out there, reach out to local groups that provide services for the visually impaired community, contact the local schools, perhaps there’s a school for the blind in your area.  Facebook has a great group that has grown to over 425 members called “Running eyes, bringing Guides & Visually Impaired runners/joggers together”. 

While out in California, for the California International Marathon, the event I’ve looked forward to for the two years I’ve gone out to guide is the pre-race dinner on Saturday night.  During the event Richard Hunter, who spends countless hours and time in conjunction with USABA doing fundraising, arranging housing, guides, travel and anything else an athlete needs, got up to speak .  In his brief talk about his bike crash this summer, his recovery and the impact his fellow athletes have had on him he had a great quote “focus on what you can do and not what you can’t.”  That’s my advice to anyone interested in helping others in athletics, if you want to help, there is a way and it has nothing to do with how fast you are.

Put me in coach

Everyone has their reasons for choosing to participant in races; health, competition, personal growth ….. whatever the reason, the fact of the matter is there is a need to get some guidance.  Personally I’ve never gone out and hired a coach, I’ve researched on my own and spent time working a plan that made sense for me.  I’ve spoken to many coaches, seen their training plans but never pulled the trigger on partnering up.  Each coach is unique, there is no coach that’s one size fits all and there certainly isn’t a one size fits all athlete.  Every athlete’s situation and circumstances are different, it’s this difference that should drive we athletes to spend time getting to know potential coaches and interviewing each other before jumping on board with whoever is popular, the cheapest or who most of your friends go with.  I wanted to provide some things to consider if you’re looking in to stepping up your results or looking for guidance hiring someone.

Group vs. coach; in my area where there is a local Ironman race there are an abundance of coaches and groups.  It’s important to distinguish between the two as a starting point of the selection process.  Training groups are just that, groups that use their size and number as a means to “never train alone”.  There are varying levels of groups from the informal group that maintains an email or Facebook list to keep all it’s members up to date with places, times and type of workouts that are occurring.  Often times the groups are organized to help people come and go as they need if they’ve built or using a training plan acquired outside a coach.  There are more organized groups that are normally associated with running/triathlon stores.  All members of the group pay the same price, get the same gear and discounts and also get the same training plan and schedule.  Your life and the other members of the group lives are all structured and laid out for you to follow.  These groups flourish with first timers whether its first time 5k runners or runners looking to step up to longer distances or even triathlons.  The groups have proven success with getting people to the finish line and helping those who may not be organized or motivated to research on their own, but they also bring in a team feeling of being a part of something larger.  Although the training plans are all the same the group organizer recognizes the varying ability of the athletes and have varying ways to handle that so all in the group may train at their preferred pace.  I feel these are ideal for those who are ‘first-timers’ with any race type; triathlon, 5k pick a race type.  The group and getting to know people adds accountability.  The structure helps build the habits of training more and there is normally access to “coaches” within these groups.  The experience and certifications of these group coaches may vary but in general it’s expected they add value by being there and answering questions regarding nutrition, pace or anything else you can think of.  The downside to these groups is in the structure and customization of the work outs.  If the group workouts all take place on Wednesdays and Sundays and one of those days will never work for your schedule, then you may not receive the full benefits of the group.  If these workouts are supported in some manner with hydration and nutrition on the workout routes and you have to miss one or some of the workouts, then there is a benefit that’s been paid for but not used.    Furthermore, if you really want to focus on getting a PR, your only option to do so is to work within the group and it’s structure.  For example, many running groups will have pacers running a specific pace for the training runs, if you’ve done races at an 11 min/mile pace and you want to get faster you’re only choice within the group is to force yourself to hang with a faster group.  This certainly may work but may not make the most sense.

Selecting a coach over a group – if you are someone who needs reassurance or wants to be more confident in a training plan’s ability to carry you to the finish, a coach may be a better option.  With coaching you have an individual that knows you, knows your goals and creates a specific plan custom to you.  There’s ongoing discussion and feedback between coach and athlete to continue to treat the training plan as a living/growing GPS navigation.  Any hiccups or detours and the two of you are right on it to continue to give you peace of mind and confidence you’re on the right track.  If you’re an experienced athlete who’s done races before and wants to focus on knocking out PR’s, a coach will normally suit you better than a group.

Selecting a coach – a coach isn’t a coach isn’t a coach. . .  As we do with buying new running shoes we should do with a coach.  Try it on, walk around a bit, get familiar with the nuances and take them for a test spin before purchasing.  If you’re going to work with a coach, you’re going to have an investment of money so choose wisely.  All coaches will provide a work out plan/schedule for you and that plan should be unique to you, your abilities and goals.  Coaches will have different processes to start whether it’s an interview to learn your finish times and quantity of races or to emphasize an evaluation of your form; gait analysis, stride, swim stroke and spinning technique- this type of coach helps find ways to make you more efficient and maximize your efforts.  All coaches will most likely have different systems in place that may operate like part of the group training mentioned above.  Organized and supported training runs or rides, and group meet ups are common examples.  This of course isn’t the case with a coach that is virtual or remote from afar.  The “virtual” coach is just as accessible as someone in your town, but there is no face-to-face component and will most likely focus on the plan itself.    All coaches will have certifications of some sort or a great deal of experience, they will likely differ slightly in how they put it all together typically based on their background and preferences.  For example some coaches are researching the benefits of high intensity training as it relates to endurance athletes.  These coaches focus on intense short burst weight lifting as a means to maximize the body’s ability to prepare for the beating and punishment of running a marathon.  This type of training may require less overall hours spent, but when there is a workout, the workouts are intended to have you operating at a vigorous level.  Other coaches may balk at the idea that short burst intense workouts make any sense for endurance athletes as they prefer a methodology that focuses on maximizing time running and little to no core or weight room work outs whatsoever.   

If you’re considering a coach or group, the best advice I could give is to ask lots of questions, forget what your friends are doing and talk with different coaches openly and honestly about your goals, your situation, how you best train and stay motivated, how they would describe the athlete that is most likely to flourish with their help, what their core philosophies are that they put in to their teaching, how they differ from other coaches and how they are the same.  If you’re taking the time and spending the money to train for an event that you’re considering hiring someone to help you get there, then do yourself a favor and don’t stop asking questions or make assumptions, the person you choose to hire will be a very important piece in your happiness as you prepare for your goal race.

Fail

…To be unsuccessful in achieving one’s goal.  Succeed… achieve the desired aim or result.

I have completed many races, short and long, but I have never truly enjoyed the success of any of them.  By definition one does not succeed until they reach their desired aim or result.  I never allowed myself the opportunity to succeed because I truly never set a goal.  I found it easier to train how I want, when I want, that way, I never had to commit myself to a simple truth – I could fail or succeed.  I’ve realized this simplicity isn’t so simple.

As a new runner in 2009 I had never done a real running race that wasn’t the 800 meter in high school track.  I decided I could do a half marathon, when committing to running this 13.1 mile race my goal was to finish.  As I began training I realized finishing wasn’t enough for me, I wanted to do better, I felt I could do better.  But I never defined better.  I never said “Kelly, you can run a 2:00 half marathon, so get your ass out there and train to it!”  I finished the race, was happy to have completed it, but it began my long list of finishing races but not really succeeding.

After completing the half I was confident I could do a full.  Having never done a full, again my default “goal” was to finish.  As I trained I began to get confident, believing and feeling I was capable of a doing pretty well, but again, I never defined it to challenge and push myself to meet a goal.  Race day I had a terrible race plan, it was hot, and I finished.  Happy to finish but it didn’t feel like success. 

With each race I completed I had built in excuses on why not to have a goal, or why my finish was a success, but those were the stories I was telling myself.  My second marathon was a few months after my first – goal – be faster than the first marathon.  Huh?  My first race I had a terrible race plan, I didn’t set a true goal to finish and it was hot out resulting in a not so pleasant race experience or time to challenge myself to, but now that was my measure for my next race?  YUP!  I crossed the line in a time faster than the first.

First triathlon, no goal because I hadn’t done one before, same with my first 10k, first half ironman, first ironman and so on and so forth.  I’m not saying the goal of finishing is a bad goal, it’s a great goal for me or anyone.  There have only been 4 races that I have truly committed to that as a great goal but those weren’t my races, they were either guiding an athlete for their race or running with a friend to help them finish a race.  Those were truly my favorite races because my expectation was met.  For my personal races, that’s never happened because I’ve been afraid to commit to a goal and doing whatever it takes to get it.

The day before guiding Ironman Wisconsin last year I signed up for the 2013 race.  Many things changed between that September and this one; training, family life, friends, support, marriage.  I even crashed on a bike ride and managed to break my collar bone 7 weeks before race day.  I didn’t have a goal other than my normal bullshit – be faster than the previous race in which you didn’t set a goal for.  The great thing about setting arbitrary goals is they can be made more specific or modified when you most need it.  A week before race day I made a choice, I set a goal.  My race goal was 12 hours.  12 hours was the time I thought I was able to complete Ironman Texas earlier in May, but never committed to.  I went 13 hours there but thought on a cooler day like I’d get in Wisconsin I could truly do 12.  So there it was, 4 years in to racing and I finally set a goal.  I had every reason to pick an easier goal, to give myself a break, to do what I had always done but I didn’t.

I swam, biked and got 8 miles in to the run then had my first DNF.  Coming off the bike I needed just under a 4 hour marathon to get my twelve.  I ran as far as I could and then I ran some more.  I’d walk the aid stations and get food and water and then run again.  Then there was no more running, no more moving.  At first I crouched, then laid there.  Race over.  Coming off the bike I had 9 hours to finish 26.2 miles on my feet.  I could have started walking, I could have jogged, I could have played it safe, but that wasn’t my goal.  I could have taken a specific goal and changed it on the fly to something attainable, but I committed. 

My greatest athletic success was failing that day. 

Make a Tour

We train to race.  Training is suppose to hurt, push and condition our bodies in order to prepare us for race day.  For a while I had wanted to buck that norm with a long ride.  Last Saturday I had that opportunity, the kids were with their mother, and most of the triathlon community of Madison WI, was in Door County to participate in either the sprint or half iron races.  I had no agenda, no plan or specific route.  My goal was to get up near Devils Lake and make my way home.  According to my iPhone it was 59 miles to Devils Lake from my condo, I didn't look at the route it was showing for that distance but I wanted to get the gist of it as I was looking to do anywhere between 80 - 100 miles. 

I live about 2.5 miles off the Ironman Wisconsin route so I headed that direction towards Verona then proceeded to do the Ironman course backwards to Cross Plains.  "The Loop" as we locals affectionately call it is a rolling course that goes back country to small town.  It's a great double loop course but in reverse offers intriguing challenges as well.  I was on the loop for under 20 miles but had the pleasure of going up one the best downhills of the normal course direction.  A very long slow climb.  Once at the top it was very nice to go down one of the worst climbs of the course.  This was shortly followed by the steepest climb of either direction, on race day at the top of the hill they have it heavily marked with "slow down" because the hill is a straight drop followed by a 90 degree left at the bottom.  Every year more than one person chances the corner with too much speed and spills, in the opposite direction its granny gear and trying not to tip over.

After some more rollers and going down two of the three terrible climbs on the course and I was in Cross Plains.  I stopped at Kwik Trip, gas station, and hit the bathroom.  I wasn't looking for speed or pushing any pace, I wanted to enjoy the ride, the scenery and the towns.  I quickly got back on the bike and headed north.  I was excited to hit some roads I'd never ridden on.  I was pleasantly surprised at the quality of the shoulder from Cross Plains to Dane.  There were a couple rough spots but for the most part the shoulder offered plenty of room where I felt safe from upcoming traffic and a smooth enough surface where I didn't have to flirt with being in the car lane.  It was a quiet stretch, most of the sounds were a car or motorcycle passing, there were also a number of over protective red wing black birds who'd fly around my helmet and caw at me for short stretches at a time.

I arrived outside of Dane and headed north to Lodi and couldn't have been happier. . . this road was as close to smooth glass as any road I've been on.  Really wide shoulder, smooth, some nice rollers, it was cycling heaven and I don't even like cycling that much.  I considered getting to Lodi turning around and going back and forth to Dane all day.  That 6 mile or so stretch was perfect.  I took the head of steam in to Lodi and slid right in to the 25 mph traffic.  In downtown there's a four way stop so I had to back down and get in line.  As I set off from the stop sign I thought of a friend that lived in town that I hadn't seen for a while.  He lives on the edge of town so I swung by.  I rang the doorbell but no one was home.  Off I went continuing north to Merrimac.

This stretch was my least favorite; old road, minimal shoulder that's all busted up, two lanes, hilly and windy.  About the worse situation for riding a bike.  It was still before noon so traffic was light and drivers were courteous giving me plenty of room as they passed.  This was a tough stretch, crappy roads mixed with lots of quick ups and downs made for a good way to get the heart rate up.  Merrimac is famous in Wisconsin for two reasons; it sits on Lake Wisconsin, which isn't a lake at all, its the Wisconsin River at a point that is wide like a lake.  It's a mini-resort area of it's own with lake side rentals, some small hotels and vacation homes.  The other detail that makes Merrimac famous is the ferry.  The highway I had been riding on actually continues across the river, without a bridge.  The Merrimac Ferry crosses Lake Wisconsin through the spring to late fall.  As I arrived at the ferry there was a long line of cars waiting their turn, the advantage of being on the bike was heading straight to the front on the sidewalk and walking my bike on, no waiting needed.  The ferry was a nice break, it's only a 4 or 5 minute ride across but it was good to take my helmet off, rest and enjoy the ride.

Once across I made another bathroom stop and then was going to hit a small bar on the corner for lunch.  I parked the Penguin outside and walked in and noticed a sign that said the ATM was broke, that lead me to assume they didn't take credit cards, I confirmed with the bartender and jumped back on the bike for option 2.  Up the road a couple miles was a gas station.  This particular gas station is more like a truck stop for campers as it's only a few miles from Devils Lake so they keep a nice stock of beer, camping supplies and just about everything else you could need.  I was pleasantly surprised to see they had a crock pot with home made BBQ chicken.  $3 for the BBQ chicken sandwich and a small bag of chips, I added 4 bottles of water and sat outside on the picnic table and enjoyed my $5 lunch.

After lunch I was going to do the last couples miles north to hit Devils Lake but as I was finishing lunch and packing back up a woman asked which way I was riding?  I said maybe Devils Lake or maybe back towards Sauk City.  She mentioned how the MDA Ride where motorcycle riders, mostly Harley Riders, raise money for Muscular Dystrophy were winding around the hills around Devils Lake and I may not want to head that way.  This year there were over 1,000 riders taking part.  I opted for skipping Devils Lake and starting to head towards home via Sauk.

The highway from Merrimac to Sauk City was another nice one.  I had heard this from other riders and it was again nice to have such a big shoulder and quality rode to ride on.  The forecast for the day was suppose to stay relatively cool in the mid to high 70's, but it felt much hotter as the sky was wide open and the sun beat down.  On the ride up I was mostly protected with some cloud cover and trees along the road, but this stretch was much more open and I remembered I hadn't put sunscreen on my shoulders.  Sauk was only about 9 miles out and the time passed quickly.  More rollers, open fields and country spaces.  Passing through Sauk was quite bumpy, the main drag was garbage and it started to be reminded of my saddle sores I've been battling since Ironman Texas.  I won't go in to the details of saddle sores but have offered a link if you're looking to squint in pain.

The road quality continue it's downward spiral from Sauk to Mazomanie (my home town!).
An old road, busted up shoulder and saddle sore made for the most painful 10 mile stretch of the day. . . prior to the crash that is.  I spent most of the next 30-40 minutes out of the aero position as the rough ride was too much for my shoulders and crotch.  Riding upright offered some reprieve from the conditions but I was ready to get off the bike then and there.  This was more or less how the sores have been since Texas.  They'd be pretty good for a couple hours then come on really strong!  This time is spent shifting around to try and find any way to sit that didn't irritate the situation.  Getting off the rough road certainly helped.

Now I had a half mile or ride I wasn't sure about.  I am an alum of Wisconsin Heights High School, in the area the school is mostly known for being located on a drag strip of a conduit from rural south western Wisconsin to Madison.  It's a busy highway and annually there are accidents that occur as students or faculty are entering the school parking lot from either direction.  Last year a young teacher only a year or two out of college lost her life as she was waiting to turn left and cross oncoming traffic when a delivery truck driver wasn't paying attention to go around her in the lane provided, he hit the young woman's car and pushed her in to oncoming traffic.  This was still Saturday morning and not a busy commuting weekday, but it was the part of the day I was most nervous about.  I made it to the school parking lot safely.

From there I exited the back of the parking lot to head towards the back roads that can be used to enter and exit the school.  This took me to Black Earth and then I continued south to Mt. Horeb.  It was another 10 miles stretch much like the previous, beat up road, small shoulder and more saddle sore smashing.  I wanted off the bike now!  I pushed on and finally got to the hill I had been looking forward to - about a mile climb that steadily gets steeper.  I actually looked forward to it since my crotch was on fire and this way I had an excuse not to be down in aero.  Arriving in Mt. Horeb meant something that's been engrained in my life since the first time I'd ever been there. . . Kwik Trip.  Second Kwik Trip of the day nets a quart of chocolate milk.  It was the hottest time of the day that was suppose to be cool.  I sat by my bike and enjoyed the milk.  I sat on concrete and that felt better than my saddle.  After the southwest tour I was less than 10 miles from home and ready to ride it on in and take a nice cold bath.

I was able to find some comfort after a short rest and was ready to get home.  Riding from Mt. Horeb to Verona is another scenic route, not unlike the rest of the day.  I was really appreciative of how lucky I/we cyclist/triathletes are in this area.  Training wise there is everything you could ever want with hills, scenery and local drivers who are willing to share the road with bikes.  As I entered Verona from the West on the same road I exited hours prior, I rolled to a four way stop next to another cyclist.  An older gentlemen who I quickly chatted with and who commented on how up ahead it looked like rain was coming.  We laughed at how good that would feel.  We both took off and said our good bye and wished each other well.  I got up to speed and before I knew it. . . hit a rock and crashed.

Does crashing suck, yes, but it was a great day that I'd never change and wouldn't take back.  As much as I've always ripped on cycling and my displeasure for it, this ride really opened my eyes to the joys of cycling.  I look forward to logging more miles in his same manner.  Going to new places, new roads. . . me, my bike, some water bottles, iPhone, credit card and ID - I can't wait.