God Bless Texas

I did a crazy thing this past Saturday. I rode my bike for a hundred miles. This was an organized event and one that I planned and trained for. -but not enough. One hundred miles is a long way, but it's even longer alone. There were only 59 participants about 15 of which were elite athletes or team members that we never saw again after the start.

I chatted with a couple Grandpas during the first 10 FREEZING miles, lost a spoke, adjusted my brakes, and settled in for the long haul. I kept leap frogging the Grandpas throughout the day, we took breaks at different times, but I caught up with them at lunch. We chatted a bit, they had joined the rest of their group, a couple more riders, and it was discovered that this was my first century. We discussed some of the training involved, and this was when the seed of pity was planted.

Having underestimated the distance, being a bit impulsive, and having limited time for long (lonely) training rides, I was undertrained. I left lunch before them, but they caught me 10 miles later at mile 70. After this point they never let me drop.

They were silly, and kept my mind off the...discomforts of riding. They were interesting, entertaining and knowledgeable. They thanked me for my Husband's service and told stories about their children. I even got nagged about maintaining nutrition toward the end of the ride.

I learned a couple things from this experience.

1. Don't enter a century without at least one friend.
2. Train properly. It's not a long run. You can't just walk if you get tired. And the longer you're out there, the more... uncomfortable you become.
3. Texans are nicest people in the world.

We all know I love my fair state of Missouri, but Texans take the prize for down home consideration and kindness. We have thought so for a while, but this solidified our thoughts on the matter.

Thank you kind Sir's from Midland, TX. I likely would have been pulled off the course crying without you!