Luck

Today is a big day. Today is the day so many will find out if they got a  ticket to the ride of their life. Today, many people are checking and rechecking their email in great anticipation. Are they going to get the much coveted spot into the Leadville Trail 100? For everyone that is on the edge of their seats and anxiously awaiting notification, good luck. But, remember, if at first you don't succeed try and try again. Last year I got the unfortunate news that my name had not been drawn in the lottery but that didn't deter me from getting to the start and the finish line last August. So, if you want it bad enough, find a way to make it happen and if you are one of those lucky ones who finds out today that you have a spot, don't waste it. Get out there and train, make sure that you do all that you can to cross the finish line. Don't waste the opportunity, because somewhere, someone, didn't get so lucky and they are counting on you to have the time of your life. Even though I did not put my name in for this years lottery I am awaiting the results. I can't wait to get messages from all my friends who got lucky!

'Luck is Believing You're Lucky!'-Tennessee Williams

Bliss

Sometimes the ones you love rub you the wrong way. It is not intentional but the chaffing that results is the real deal. You can't change what they are doing but you can change your preparation and reaction. Thus, when I decided to put miles and miles on the bike last year I embarked on my own self discovery mission. To maintain harmony and not open up any nasty wounds I started experimenting, because maybe in the past I had become too predictable and wasn't willing enough to try something new. That is when it happened. I don't want to tarnish any ones reputation but a certain professional cyclist with the initials DZ crossed the line and got a little too friendly with me, ME a happily married woman. I was in a position of vulnerability, I was looking for a cure for the abrasive behaviour my boys were doling out and before I knew it a new man was giving me tingling feelings...... down there. Totally unexpected and completely distracting, some might say blissful. Now if you read his claims, it says NO TINGLING, so you can imagine my surprise when I was riding along and I experienced the first quiver. Luckily, I was on a lonely stretch of road so when I bobbled and lost my line, I didn't swerve into traffic. That would have been hard to explain! Over the winter I haven't been spending many hours on my saddles but I am about to, I am going to rekindle the tingle.  If you see me riding along with a smile on my face you'll know it's because I am enjoying the blissful day. And, if you happen to run into that pro cyclist, let him know that flowers are an appropriate gesture when he gets so friendly with a lady, oh and thank him for the lack of saddle sores too;) It's been Bliss!

Special Connections

I can relate to the Bachelor.(sadly, yes I watch the show, mostly cause it makes me Hearty squirm).  I know how hard it is to cultivate more than one relationship at a time. You don't want to play favorites and hurt anyones feelings but you also have to be true to yourself. The pressure can be a little overwhelming at times and still you must go on, nurturing what you have with each one and hoping that the sparks ignite an eternal flame. Luckily for me, I only get one on one dates, there is no way I could keep all my boys happy on a group date, and to be frank, it would be exhausting being that intimate with multiple partners within minutes. Nope I'll stick to my one on ones.

I was wondering the other day as I prepared for a one on one if my boys are anxiously awaiting the date card to find out who gets to go out that day. Do they whisper to one another when they hear the key turn on the door to the locker, and get themselves all handsome looking hoping that it will be them that gets pulled out?  When they get back from their date do they share all the intimate details of what we did and where we went? Gosh I hope they don't compare notes, that could be slightly awkward.

When I go out on a date I am looking for my guy to be fun, adventurous and have a love of exploring. Sometimes, I like to get dirty and on my last one on one, I did just that. My fella for this excursion was smooth and I have to say pretty easy on the eyes. We headed out after some rains and although he is rugged and manly he showed me his softer side and took me to a romantic location. Complete with a bubbling stream where I could enjoy my picnic of dried banana.

Romantic Picnic Location

Of course, after such a wonderful time, my date came home with a rose. I have four boys I am courting still and I am not ready to eliminate any of them just yet. I do need to spend some time with a few of them and reconnect as we haven't been alone for awhile. How is it that I can have four such strong connections with such different boys? How do I know it is love?  Each time I lay eyes on them from a new angle or find them beneath me, I just know, they are all for me and we each have a special connection. Every relationship has ups and downs, but to each of my guys I say thanks for the ride!

Desert Surprises

I went to Surprise Arizona knowing that the sudden and unexpected would happen, otherwise naming somewhere Surprise would just be silly. Here are a few of the revelations I had over the three days.

When a road is flat and straight, and by flat I mean really, really flat and by straight I mean really, really straight, you can see a really, really long way. You can see all the way until the earths edge and it looks like you can ride all the way there too! Since you can see for miles and miles and mile and miles ahead of you when you think you see a biker up ahead, you may be seeing a mirage. You also may be seeing a biker but it is hard to tell because the sign posts on the side of the road kind of  resemble bikers too. So, when you finally get close enough to see that it really is another person on a bike, you might get a little more emotional about it than you normally would. Of course, it is a relief to have chased down an actual rider rather than another sign post. Naturally, the other rider is just as thrilled to see you as he too thought you might have been a mirage.

Really, there is a guy up there on a bike, REALLY!

The act of chasing someone down for almost an hour makes you feel quite bonded to them and instead of just riding by  (And by riding by, I mean dropping it into a bigger gear and flying by with a slight nod that says, you just got chicked as I proceed to go into my red zone to make sure that said rider knows I caught him and now I am going to drop him all while showing him how little effort it took) I pulled up next to him and started to chat. Shockingly, a straight, flat and slightly boring ride became the opposite. The fella I was riding along next to and chatting with looked like just a regular guy out for a bike ride but I found out differently. He wasn't normal at all, he is training to Ride The Divide  this summer. I LOVE it when I meet seemingly ordinary people who are living extraordinarily! (for those of you who didn't follow my link, that is 2745 miles from Banff Alberta to Antelope Wells NM along the Continental divide.)

When I had ridden half the time that I wanted to ride I turned around. Surprise! All this time I had been riding I had thought it wasn't windy. The wind is always blowing over the flat barren land and if you think it isn't, turn around! Luckily, I remembered turning around, otherwise I wouldn't have known I was going back (except for the constant wind in my face) because the view seemed unchanged.

Not even a glimpse of another rider to chase:(

On my hour and a half run I had a major revelation. (other than 90 mins of running is a long time) It is very dry in the desert. So dry that one might want to consider taking some water with them. Luckily, my route took me by a golf course and at the golf cart crossing I was greeted by a drinking fountain. Oh, and because I didn't learn the desert ways enough the day before on the bike, when I turned around on the run I was once again shocked to learn that the wind was in fact blowing. I think that lesson has finally been mastered, until I am in the desert again and flying along with little effort.

They say each turn in the road can reveal a surprise, but even when you can see where you are going you may come across a desert surprise!

Celebrate Love

'Love is just a word until someone comes along and gives it meaning.'

Be the person who gives it meaning to someone else, today and everyday.

Spring Has Sprung

Today my friend turned to me during our ride and said 'I just want to remind you that it is February'. Good thing she reminded me because it was hard to fathom. I was riding in shorts and short sleeves, which means it was over 70 degrees. I don't bare that much skin unless it is 70 or higher. It was a nicer day than we had most of last summer. In honor of you that are sloshing through snow and ice, we did a few extra miles. I know that on February 2nd the groundhog did not see his shadow and thus an early spring was predicted. I had not idea that meant the next week. In case you are about to tell me this is just a slight reprieve and that it is not spring, I present the following evidence.....

Surest sign I know that spring has sprung!

Jazzing It Up

Rather than do the same old, same old yesterday I jazzed up my run. Well, maybe it wasn't planned but it was appreciated. As I was coming to the finish I started to hear notes wafting through the air ,and this time it was not music made from my thighs rubbing. No this time it was rag time jazz being played on a horn. Once upon a time, I played the trumpet. I learned a real appreciation for the sound of clear notes drifting out of the horn, mostly due to the fact that my playing was rather rudimentary. As I enjoyed the surprise concert I felt a little boogie woogie enter my step. My ears weren't the only part of me listening, my feet were feeling the jazz and suddenly my run had rhythm and meaning.

'Jazz is the music of the body' -Anais Nin