Eh, what could it hurt.
I headed down to Breckenridge on Wednesday for just the night and the morning race, planning to have at best a moderately good time. My companions, aside from Maia, all work at a triathlon shop, Colorado Multisport. But I quit triathlon. So we probably would not get along.
Thank god for being wrong. For one thing the race was super fun and challenging. Our race strategy was we flipped a coin and so I rode the first lap which started at a civilized 9:40 a.m. Triathletes, this is what you’re missing out on.
I also got to do the parade through town.
The race itself was exciting. Lots of climbing and descending and rocks and water and, well, riding. Come to find out 40 kms contains a lot of pedaling and interacting with others. I made it 39.6 of those kms without crashing, which was way better than I expected. (A lady who was behind me tried to tell me how to ride switchbacks when we were in the expo area afterwards, which, I was like look I made it that far, I know how to ride, I was just sooo tired and this guy was right on my tail for what, middle-place men’s team?)
And Maia and I finished 2nd place of the women’s teams! We got america themed polar water bottles, I am excited to try mine out.
For another thing, the CMS folks are great, and so welcoming that I bagged my plans to return to Boulder after the race in favor of another night in Breckenridge.
In sum: the independence holiday reminded me not to sneer so much at those stupid lululemon shopping bag quotes. Go be an adventure, let go of the brakes, high-five a shrimp, and have another margarita.