driving to church this morning, I saw a group of cyclist pedaling their hearts out. I have no idea if they had just started or are near the end of their race, but I gave the men a good laugh as I hung outside the driver’s window to get their picture for my faithful followers.
Watching these men and women pass me made me miss my bicycle, but I know my sister is putting it to good use.
I’ve always wanted to try a race, although I’ve never thought of a bicycle race. I think I could make it through a half marathon (but barely). I’m probably in the best shape of my life, but I still get winded easily. I think I could manage a bicycle marathon easier; however, the hills would be a killer on my knees.