“It was amazing how you could get so far from where you’d planned, and yet find it was exactly were you needed to be.”
― Sarah Dessen
I was going to ride Rustler’s today. Twice. Then maybe up Mary’s and do a little Wrangler. You know, test out my legs after so many days off the bike- because I didn’t want to be on the bike. I didn’t want to look at the bike. And I wasn’t sure I wanted to today. But I was going to give it a go on some trails that heal my soul.
While dropping off my kids, I got a message from Dave. Could I take his bike into the shop for him since he was leaving town. Well of course I could! Dave lent me his truck for 5 days- taking Alice to the shop was easily manageable.
So I said, “I’ve got my bike on the rack right now. I’ll just stop by your house and pick up yours too.” Of course he was just as offended that I hadn’t invited him along as I would have been if he hadn’t invited me! How silly and thoughtless a woman I can be. My poor, poor husband, right? Oh these sad people who have to live with me.
Thus I replied, “Well, get your crap together and let’s go.” And somehow over the next few minutes he talked me into altering my plans from Loma to the Secret Stash. I could list my many justifications for this change, but why? I am working on 1. making choices and 2. not regretting those choices once they are made. I was able to change my plans, but it took a huge effort on a spiritual and emotional level for me to do so.
And it was worth it. I had a shorter ride, which was probably better for my body, and I got to have a nice visit with Dave which I hadn’t done in a while. Actually, after my blog update last night I scrolled back through the last month or so. It has been more than 3 weeks since Dave and I hit the trail in the same place at the same time! It felt particularly good today because once my body was on the bike it was like, “Heck yes this feels good, let’s hit it!”- and it is a rare and beautiful thing when I can slaughter Dave on the climbs. Like I did today. And it was excellent.
So though I missed the red dirt of Rustlers, I still had a great ride with good company and got home with enough time to take a bath and watch an episode of “Idiot Abroad” before picking Connor up from school. Can’t ask for more than that.
Pretty sure Dave is growing his beard out until it’s long enough to braid.