Sunday, September 15, 2013
the first ride
I have not gotten my ass kicked sideways from here to hell like that in a long, long time. Years. The hills were grueling and absolutely gutted any idea I had of myself as being in shape. I mean I'm fit, but I'm not in mountain bike shape. Holy hell. We went up and up and up and up. Then came the redeeming exhilaration of the downhills, half blissful and half terrifying, jolting like pop corn over the rocks and cruising through streams with mud and water flying everywhere.
I passed lots of other bikers, and every single one shouted something jovial to me as they sped past. "You got this girl, this is worst part!" And then they'd careen around the bend.
One month deep into this new place and the ubiquitous friendliness is still a complete novelty to me.
Late in the afternoon, we were finally back in the parking lot, sitting in the shade drinking New Belgium Rangers. "Are they cold?" I'd asked when he offered me a beer from the back of his truck. He looked at me. "Oh yeah. I don't fuck around."
warm car after a long, hard day of skiing, when just sitting still feels like a joyful discovery, when every little extra like beer or music feels so earned and good and right. This is the reward that follows putting your thighs through a few solid hours of screaming agony.
Afterwards, I finally got to check out the River Arts District, and sit outside drinking beer at the Wedge, eating a bucket of peanuts and watching kids play corn hole. For anyone who doesn't know- we do not have a game called 'corn hole' in the North. We occasionally play a round of 'bean bag toss' but it's not a thing. At all.
I think today took guts. I'm trying to recognize that more because I tend to focus on all the things I fall short on. It took some guts and it payed off. I'm proud of myself for this day, and so grateful to the firefighter, and so supremely exhausted. I gotta run now and enjoy some front porch pie & piano.
Posted by Melina