As the eve of my vacation draws near....
I find myself laying in bed, eyes wide open. The wonderful smell of the roast I am cooking for my boys fills the house. They are beef eaters and love sandwiches, so there you go. I decide to make my way to the warmth of the kitchen and its fantastic smells. Yeah its two in the morning. Oh well, a price will be paid later.
Part of me is excited to start this vacation, and rush the day I've been waiting since signing up for the Fondo in mid January. The day I can remember so well with a rousing, "Hells yeah, Im doing the Fondo."
This year is epic with the amount of cyclists doing it this year. Ten thousand is a cool thing indeed.
The anticipation of the difficulty of Kings Ridge Road and that of Coleman Valley Road have me mesmerized and pensive with thoughts of... Did I train enough? Were the hills we trained on sufficient? Of course training on weekends is not nearly enough, but my heart makes up for the rest. You see, to know who I am is to know that it takes a massive reason for me to give up. It just isn't in my make up of who I am.
I will chronicle every detail, in memory and that of what I can take with my camera. Looking forward to riding massive hills and enjoying the decents those climbs bring to a sure smile I will have. Breathless, breathing that follows a resounding, "shit, I made it!, and yeh, Im not embarrassed to give a little dance at the top.
I expect a cheerful laugh with me. That's who I am, believe it or not.
This is expectation at its best. Levi Leipheimer's King Ridge Gran Fondo will surely take my breath away many times, and a smile will be on my lips all day even as I suffer.
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