Sunday. Back on Piñata Bike. Across Manhattan. up the West Side, Over the George Washington Bridge to 9W. Just me, Piñata and a ride coach. For months, I have wanted to take photos on the George Washington Bridge while I pedal along. Finally did it. Don’t worry, I was wearing a parachute.
Silly Rabbits, there are no parachutes, one adventure at a time kiddos.
The phrase on this photo bugs me because of the grammar. Ending a sentence with a preposition? What the what?!?! But, the saying is true to me, and applies to so many things. Endless.
I didn’t have a great ride on Sunday. I rode slower than I envisioned. I struggled on a route I sort of already know. It was a gorgeous early morning, and I wasn’t riding strong. There was so much road kill on 9W. A lot. I kept running over very flattened, furry things. Oh man. Sometimes I tried to imagine I just ran over a very dirty Barbie fur coat. I wasn’t feeling great. Blood glucose ran pretty well and I was drinking my electrolytes. As I lagged behind the coach, I looked up a hill and was stunned. There was a deer. A fawn. In the shoulder of the road, right in the path. I yelped to the coach (yelping is a sort of description of a really weird non yell noise that I made). Cars sped by. The fawn jumped into the brush and there were two baby deer. The ride coach passed the deer. I sped up, a little scared the deer would jump into the road and tackle me (another bizarre bike adventure? Please don’t tackle me deer). As I got closer, all 3 just stared at me. The fawn had large scars on her back. She clearly didn’t have it easy. For some reason I said in a low voice, “You guys need to move over. Go.” And I waved my arm. They stayed put in the brush. Apparently even deer don’t listen to me. Oh, dear (errrr deer).
I didn’t ride as far as planned. I was the reason we turned around early (I hate that). I had a MUCH better ride back (wind on my back helped) and I got the coach to talk to me (I actually said “tell me a story”. When I’m not feeling 100%, I find chatter an awesome distraction). I ended up riding 46.5 miles. Not great (for me) but acceptable.
Obstacle are placed in our way to see if WHAT we want, is worth fighting for.
I want to help cure diabetes. I want to push new technologies forward. I want to use my voice, my time, my life, my experience to make a difference in this diabetes game. I’m gearing up with a new plan. My goal didn’t end in Burlington. Here’s where to help: RIGHT HERE , or you can physically push me along (I’m really not kidding)… I’ll let you know the route!