Sunday evening – for the last 11 years, I was returning home after an epic week on cycle oregon. Re-living all of the amazing connections, conversations, rides, music, smiles, all of it – I have started calling it my ‘feel good week’. Honestly, I get to work, ride, and surround myself with beautiful people, that makes me happy. So – I guess I’ll re-route this year…
It was a pretty big week – first full week of kindergarten for myles – and first full two half day preschools for asher – mom had highs and lows, lots of them it seems… but I am so grateful that I was here.
Re-route 😉 I was in Brookings the day it was evacuated… pedaled in Saturday night (8/19) and it was smoky. They said the fire was ‘far away’. I made a sorta joke about hitching a ride if it were closer… Sunday morning, I headed down to the harbor, then planned on going to the California border. Shortly after the harbor – it became hard to breathe, I felt claustrophobic (a little). I decided it was time to head north. That 30 miles back to gold beach was the hardest 30 miles I’ve been on a bike. I pedaled downhill, and maybe maxed 8mph, and up – I cried because I maybe hit 2mph. all pre- coffee – bad idea bets.
Anyway – no one picked me up so I kept riding…
Was a great experience – rode 539 miles in 4 days, solo. Was tired, hands still kinda hurt.
Less than 2 weeks until our annual TPForever Event. Always lots of emotions wrapped up around this. Of course I miss Tony, and get sad he’s not here… and then meet great people, who celebrate him with us… and I’m happier, somehow… How could I ever articulate the intense emotion surrounding this event, and my amazing family… …
