The day before Father’s Day, Mrs. Tweedy and I drove to Italy, Texas to participate in the “Tour d’Italia” bike ride as usual. The organizers offer five different routes: You can choose 12, 30, 42, 50, or 63 miles.
I’d been training my head off for two months, burning thousands of extra calories and even letting bicycling cut into my writing time, shooting for the 63-mile (100 KM) distance.
As you might expect if you’re familiar with me and my “Thoughts on Two Wheels” stories, things didn’t go exactly as planned…
June 18, 2016
Tour d’Italia on my list,
A favorite ride I seldom miss.
Carbo-loading, stretching joints,
Work for B&B Team points.
Pinstripes worn to represent.
Fifty miles, and now I’m spent.
Planned to do the hundred K,
Many setbacks in the way.
Couldn’t find my lineup spot,
Sun’s ferocious. Getting hot.
Water bottles left behind!
Back to fetch them—what a grind.
Heart rate climbs, it seems too high,
Rest stops beckon, “Don’t pass by.”
Fifty miles in broiling sun.
Stick a fork in me—
Thanks for reading!
GOOOOOO JAN!!!!! You are so strong, so impressed, way to goooooo!
Hey, Marlece! Thanks for the shout-out. And it’s nice of you to be so sympathetic, even though you’re enjoying SEVENTY-DEGREE DAYS!!
It was even hot in the pool! Can’t imagine riding in this heat. But good for you on the 50 miles!
Haha, and there I thought jumping into a pool would fix me right up! Thanks for stopping by, Cindy.
“Stick a fork in me, I’m done.” Hope you’re back in the a/c where cooler heads prevail. Writing, of course.
Yes, Ma’am! Well, there WAS this one 45.5-mile shindig the following Saturday, but I’m reverting back to sanity now.