

A story to make you feel better about your cycling….🚴🏼
I signed up for a local gravel “race.” There was an 84 mile option, a 43 mile option, and a 26 mile “fun ride” option. Naturally, I chose the 26 because I enjoy cycling but not enough to publicly compete against people who actually know what they’re doing. 😂 Around mile 10 we hit a rest stop. I grabbed a banana, filled my bottles, drank water, and started eating peanut butter crackers….because I’ve bonked before and it traumatized me a little I’m always gonna eat and pound water when given a chance lol. While standing in line for the porta potty, I kept eating my crackers. The line moved faster than expected, and instead of tossing the cracker in my hand like a reasonable person, I stuffed the whole thing in my mouth like a bad dog who got caught of eating socks or like a toddler when you ask them what they have in their mouth …. as I sat down with a whole cracker in my mouth I Immediately started choking. Every inhale launched more cracker dust into my throat and all I could think was: “Cool. This is how I die. In a hot porta potty with my pants around my ankles.” Miraculously, I survived. Later, a group of us missed a turn and got lost because apparently none of us can read giant spray paint arrows on gravel roads. While stopped trying to figure things out, I couldn’t unclip from my pedals in time and completely ate shit on the asphalt. …thank the lord for helmets because I hit my head on the road……Then around mile 18 my friend stopped on a steep gravel climb to catch his breath, and I once again failed to unclip and fell over AGAIN directly onto the gravel. At this point my friend was standing over me laughing asking, “How can I help?” and I yelled:
“Nothing. Just get the hell away from me and I can do it by myself.” 💀 For context, I switched to mountain bike clips about two weeks ago and it is clearly going very well for me.
Then we finished the ride straight into a brutal headwind. Like 12-17 mph wind. 💨
Did I die? No.
Did I think I might? Absolutely.
Will I still go ride again? Unfortunately yes.
Also I have a bruise that is partially in my butt crack so that’s fun.
Anyway, if anybody needed a reminder that not all “cyclists” are graceful elite animals… you’re welcome. 🚴♀️🤣
Me and Tilly the Terrible (that’s my bike) for tax. 😆