Cold, Dead Legs

Did you ever have one of those days where you just can't really get moving no matter how many reasons you present to yourself? Today was one of those days on the bike for me. I kept telling my legs that everything was alright, but they just wouldn't listen. The whole time they felt cold and dead. Still, much to my legs credit they soldiered on for 27 miles until darkness overtook us.

Despite the aforementioned leg issues, it was still a quality ride. I had the chance to ride with my original training partner the "Pegster", aka Lance. Peg, her real name, has been there with me from the very start of my Team in Training (TNT) career in 2004 pushing me to ride. Without her encouragement and presence on the roads with me my first TNT Death Ride experience it would have been even harder (I shudder to think).

It was a bit cold out there, but we managed to get the miles in all the while complaining about trivial leg discomfort. I know that in addition to the good company I was kept going by the thoughts of my personal honorees and my causes TNT and Best Buddies. Thoughts of supporters were also dancing in my head as I attempted to "dance on the pedals" with my two left feet.

At the end of the day, I am happy to be healthy and in a position with great assistance from friends and supporters to make a difference in people's lives.

"I See You" and "Go Team!"