Elaine going fast, pic thanks to Kelvin
Bemused by those chewing on the wrong end of the stick, though. Racing is not an excuse to indulge your attention seeking inner self with endless whitterings about new forms of pain; if we only did it to hurt ourselves we'd all be spending our weekends sticking pins in our eyes instead. Efficient, cheap and makes the logisitics of watching the Tour finale between laps much easier. Sod that.
It is, as Trio said, about people. Waiting to cheer in a friend at the end of a full-fat 24 hour solo effort...
(waiting for Lorraine)
Enduring nail-biting suspense waiting for a team mate who may or may not come in ahead of the team chasing hard behind...
(Team Morvelo catch sight of last man in Rob, coming in ahead of 69ers to take 2nd overall)
Coaxing, bolstering and (honestly?) bullying a friend who's lost enthusiasm but you know will feel better for finishing that one last lap...
(Singular Sam struggles to the finish, picture thanks to Kelvin, bullying thanks to me, sorry Sam :-)
Standing around in the rain for an hour to show pride and respect for friends who have worked so damn hard to get onto that podium step...
(Lorraine - 2nd place 24hr solo!)
No, it's not at all about the pain. It's all about the love.
jx.
1 comment:
Amen to that :o)
T'was great to race with soooo much support from friends before, during and after...seeing, nay, *hearing* all those cheers from friends at the end made me feel like I'd ridden a short social ride...until I tried to get off said step OW!
:o/
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