For some reason I need to add a few disclaimers.
I might have been the only one in the field that was sporting pink nail polish. I did investigate most of the riders just in case, but this does not include painted toenails… Anyone want to confess that?
I almost tapped a junior on the hip and said, “excuse me, sweetie” Then of course, thank you to social media, I got a response from said junior that he thought that was him I was talking to. Maybe I did actually say that out loud. Oops. Suddenly I feel a little awkward, and a little old.
Although I did get called a “beast” this has since been corrected to an “animal in like a cute animal that can turn it on and rip your legs off if it needs to. Maybe like a honey badger – or a koala….”. That is a slightly funny mental image. Point taken. All is forgiven.
I can attribute it to my mad bike skills, or the blonde ponytail, but it was a good day out there. I have been informed that I will never be “one of the boys”, but that is all right. B elieve me. I am happy with that. I am happy right where I am.
Although I did get just a couple of “pushes” here and there, I know they were all legitimate. And if they weren’t, I was paying attention to those name stickers on bikes…just in case….
Yet, then today was a new day, full of heavy intervals and loads of climbing. Bring on 8500 feet in Aspen next week! Colorado, here I come!