Training Tales: 90 Years

I was waiting at a red turn arrow in my ride yesterday and I heard a voice next to me. It was this old man in an equally old Chevy Suburban who wanted my attention. I took my earbuds out and he was really quite nice.

“It’s a beautiful day out, I’m jealous of you.” Little did he know I was clenching my teeth in the 55 degree weather, just waiting to warm up. “I don’t get to ride anymore, but I used to ride all the time. I really enjoyed it.”

I replied, “I’ve been having some injury issues, so I don’t get to ride as much as I’d like either.”

The man continued, “I always enjoyed riding, especially the group rides, being able to ride with others and enjoying the sunshine. But now I’m too old, I’m 90 years old. I miss it.”

The light changed, I shouted “Have a nice day!” as I clipped in and made my turn.

I thought about him for most of my ride. I don’t know. Maybe I should be doing more group rides and enjoy the sun, and the attacking and the reacting and the descending together and the ripper pulls and the feeling of sitting in the draft.

You have to hear a story from beyond to appreciate the now.

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