8:43 am August 12, 2008Post-Ulcer
He lives! And — holy crap — he was even smiling! Smiling because he was happy that it was over and he’s now sworn to never do another century ever in his life. Which was too bad because, while walking to the finish line to wait for him, I passed a cute old couple with a tandem bike. And I’m thinking: oh cute, a tandem bike! Maybe this could be something that Jon and I can do together. But Jon nipped that right in the bud with a “Well, that was not fun. I can check it off my list and never do it again”. But I believe that the part that made it crappy and “not fun” was the fact that he was riding with some really s-l-o-w guys who think that a century race is a leisurely thing that should be done over the duration of an entire, scorching Saturday… complete with 40 minute lunch breaks and hour-and-a-half tire changes. Bless his heart, Jon stayed with them for eight grueling, sun-burning hours before finally saying to them, “Guys, I’m ready for this to be over”, and he took off and left them. And finished. Finally.
There was plenty of post-race grub. Popscicles, Subway sandwiches, chocolate milk, orange slices. And since most everyone had finished (even old people riding tandem) they didn’t mind that Zoe and Jachin ate most of the left-overs. The kids were hungry, too. It’s hard work standing in the sun, waiting for daddy to cross the finish line.
But he lived through ULCER (the “E”, Jon reminded me, stood for “epic”). And I was actually just kidding about there being a race next month called “CANCER”. Apparently when you try to dead-pan a joke in writing, it looks like you’re just making crap up, like a big fat liar. But either way, one race with a painful name is enough for my hubby for one summer.
He’s promised to take it easy this winter. Re-coup. Be gentle on his body. No Extreme Skiing or Tubing.
But he says that a lot lately. So we’ll see…
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We expect to see him in nothing less than the next Olympics.
Comment by Joan — August 13, 2008 @ 4:31 pm
Sam says he’ll see him in the Iron Man.
Comment by Joan — August 14, 2008 @ 10:19 am
I love how “ULCER” is written in flaming letters. Looks like it should be for a joint that sells hot wings.
Congrats to your hubby for making it through!
Comment by Leslie — August 14, 2008 @ 8:12 pm