Saturday, Oct 4th
The BF: I am unable to attend the
LKHC Montebello. I'm doing another bike event.
Me: You do realize that 150 cyclists, mostly of the male persuasion, have registered for the event. And I will be there, unchaperoned.
The BF: Oh oh.
Me: You got that right, Mister. Hardly
Climb and Punishment (this year's tagline; love it by the way). More like, a playground for me to flirt.
The BF: Sigh.
Me: You got that right, Mister.
As it turned out, it was dreadfully hot. Having done nothing, other than flirt, I was already glistening in sweat. I said to Mr. Bill, my teammate: How about I sit in your lap (he has a hybrid electric) and we claim that we're a tandem ... anything to get out climbing in the heat.
And we're off. Naturally, I was in the back at the start ... and naturally, all of the cyclists would beat me. In my overactive imagination, I like to think that the huge turnout of male cyclists is because they are here to demonstrate their manliness to me. Go on, go on, conquer me, I mean, the climb....
I was so impressed with myself. When am I not. Actually, I was really impressed with the women and the tandem riders. Everybody rocked. It was also wonderful to see friends I haven't seen in awhile, like Lisa and Dave and Adam Tow. So, how'd I do. Well, I thought I was steaming but I sort of blew the last mile and ended up being 4 minutes slower than last year's time. My time was 57.47.
Ring ring
The BF: How'd you get on?
Me: Oh, I got it on alrighty, Mister.
The BF: I don't even want to know the details....
Up next,
Sierra Road.