My wife is participating in a 120 mile bike ride that goes over 3 11,000 foot mountain passes today.
For the previous week or so, she has become increasingly worried about it. I just give support and tell her that just thinking about doing this is an accomplishment. And at any time, if she decides to stop. Just do it. It’s not quitting. It’s being safe.
She was so wound up last night. She couldn’t focus on what needed to be done. She started doing laundry. I am the pit crew. I can focus. Slow, steady, deliberate. Tension and worry hidden.
She couldn’t get to sleep. We both got up at 2am to hit the road after about 4 hours of sleep. She should now be about 25 miles into the ride. We got to the start of the race at 5am. It’s raining. And about 55 degrees.
The start of the race is about 100 miles NE of home, the finish about 100 miles NW of home.
I’m home now. I’ll collect our 2 dogs, and meet her at the finish 100 miles away in about 8 hours. My worry and tension is just shared by me at the moment.
The waiting is the worst.
Sorry if this is just so much glurge. But I’m stuck for the next 8 hours or so just hoping that my Wife is OK.
It’s tough to be on the pit crew.