This year marks my third completion of the Bird’s annual May long weekend tradition of Golden Triangle.
I first completed the ride in 2010 as Jon’s very new girlfriend- I stressed the entire week leading up to the weekend about the following:
1. Could I successfully complete this 330km,
2. Could I successfully connect with Jon's family and Jon's parents friends?
I was fairly certain that I could do the first, it was the second task that worried me to no end. It turned out to be a memorable weekend for me that first time, and I tried to execute the weekend in a similar manner I would as a Backroads leader. Talk to and learn a little bit about everyone, smile, listen.
In 2013 Hillary joined me on the ride. By this time I had successfully (or someone successfully, one could argue) "made it" into the Bird family- in fact, I had become a Bird. Hillary was eager to give touring a try and I was still recovering from my head injury and mental trauma of the epic mountain bike crash of 2012. Hillary pulled me virtually the entire ride- my fitness was low and my fear was still high. It was through her experience that I saw the triangle anew: she excitedly bubbled over every climb, every new vista and every challenge. It was a blast having her.
In 2014 I had no fear. My head injury was healed; and I'd spent the better part of eight months shredding myself on a trainer. I'd committed to riding my MTB as often as possible for 2014 (my goal is 100 outdoor rides this year) and have spent a sizeable chunk of April and May ripping around outdoors. To my delight, this was by far the easiest year I've had riding the triangle (lesson: fitness does matter, sigh) if not the worst weather. On day two I swallowed dirt, mud and gunk from the road as it rained steadily all day.
I spent most of the days riding solo; connecting with the group at the lunch spot or end of the day. I thought this might be lonely, but it intact provided a respite to the chaos of the last few months. I let my mind somersault with thoughts, ideas, plans, to-dos. I contemplated my business, my house, my upcoming season. I thought about my family and friends, especially my pregnant girlfriends who would have loved to tackle something like this but can't (not now, anyway). I rejoiced in my health, both mental and physical. I rejoiced that I once again desired to ride a bike, for a long distance.
The mountain air cleared my head and helped me return to life excited.
You crossed the line in the sand and are back on track with living fearlessly once again. Happy for you!