It was finally here. The day we had been waiting for. Saturday, Oct. 19.
The first day of Hilly Hundred 2013.
In case I haven't mentioned it, the Hilly Hundred is a bicycle tour. It is a winding, hilly ride that covers about 100 miles over two days in southern Indiana.
My husband Seth and I had been planning and preparing for the ride. After all, riding a bike 100 miles uphill, even over two days, isn't an easy thing for two chubby middle-aged weekend warriors. And I use the word 'chubby' loosely. Seth's bike seat actually disappears when he mounts the bike. And I could really use suspenders on my biking shorts.
I had been training and logged a few hundred miles on my bike. Seth had been training too — the Klondike Bar diet was a big part of his program and he had been very dedicated. The other part of his regime included avoiding contact with his bike as much as possible. He had been unswerving in that resolve too.
On the 19th, I knew the consequences of our individual training techniques would be revealed.
When I woke up in our hotel room in Bloomington that morning, I could hear the rain pattering on roof. I stuck my head out the door, and saw my own warm breath become visible in the chilly outside air.
I don't do rain. Not on a bike.
"It's raining and it's cold," I announced to Seth, who was still in the bed with the pillow over his head. "Let's go eat somewhere and then go to Walmart."
Seth was really good about hiding his disappointment. Later I even heard him singing in the shower. He is a great guy for keeping a stiff upper lip in the face of such a letdown.