If you've ever raced, you can probably relate.
You know that moment in a race when you are at your limit, suffering, talking to yourself, praying for a mechanical so you can DNF, and then you look up and see that guy in the crowd. The guy who seems way too comfortable and happy? And for a brief moment, you would give anything to switch places.
I've always wanted to be on that side of the race. Comfortable, drinking an ice cold Diet Coke, eating chips, watching the racers go by as they suffer.
I think that's my new PCP2P race plan. I'm going to embrace the idea of watching it from the sideline. Maybe pack a camera, take some pics, give some high fives....whatever.
Mile 50 seems like a good place to camp out and watch the fireworks.
I've been avoiding the idea of transferring my PCP2P entry. In fact, I still haven't transferred it yet but I know the hip just won't be ready for that kind of race or ride. I thought about maybe starting it and seeing how far I can get but I don't think that would be fair to the racers who didn't get in.
So for now, I'm working on accepting the facts. I won't be racing. I'll be watching.
And there are a few people I plan to heckle and tease as they come by. The guys who have been going out of their way to track me down and tell me how amazing their weekly rides have been these past few weeks. (Too much time away from my bike has made me bitter and grunpy. )
On a positive note, I logged 37 min on the spin bike today with a max HR of 163. Hard to get excited about those stats but I'm in a much better place than I was 3 weeks ago.
Tell Rico I'm coming for him.