The Adventure Begins
Saturday, 9 a.m.
Every muscle in my body
is singing right now ... at least, every muscle from the
waist down ... and the song I'm hearing is not
"Oh What A Beautiful Morning." It's a dark, sonorous Wagnerian
something that speaks of pain and misery and perilous winters spent
trudging up the sides of steep German mountains. Shivering in my
buttercup-yellow jacket, I lean
forward and push the Schwinn a little harder into a frigid East Bay
I knew the first bike
ride of the season was going to be tough. I just don't think I realized
I was fine for the first
stretch of the ride. It was actually pretty exciting, feeling foot
reconnect to pedal for the first time this year, muscle reconnect to
motion, big sedentary butt reconnect to Spandex. David and I beamed at
each other, as we set out. This
The beginning of The Great
*2,002 in 2002*
But now, as we round
the far north corner of the abandoned Navy Base, I can feel the past
three months of chocolate and inertia catching up with me. But the
grinding, excruciating muscular agony in my thighs and my pelvis is
only half the fun: from the
waist UP, I am one big ice cream headache. I can no longer feel my
fingers clutching the handlebars, the tips of my ears are burning from
the cold, and the droplet of snot swinging from the tip of my nose is
threatening to freeze over.
stoopid idea was this, anyway? What am I doing riding a BICYCLE
in the dead of WINTER,
forcryingoutloud? What ever possessed me to believe I could ride 2,002
miles this year?
will this torment end?
After what seems like a
double helping of eternity, David mercifully coasts to a stop in front
of me on the pier, next to the USS Hornet. Thank
god!! my throbbing thigh muscles
shriek. I have reached the outer limits of endurance: I have nothing
left to give. I am a limp, frozen, hollowed-out husk of a woman. As I
bring my bicycle to a wobbly stop, four feet behind my husband, he
checks the odometer and looks at me with a smile.
"Guess what?" he
announces happily. "Now we only 2,001 miles left to go!"
2002 is going to be a
very long year indeed.
down ... two thousand and one to go.
throw a rock