So this morning at 5:30am our intrepid cycling club, termed the “B” team by our faster brothers and sisters, went on our morning ride. This morning the B Team is down from our usual 3 riders to just Elias and I…. Our third brother doesn’t like to ride when it’s under 80 degrees or over 85 degrees or if it is a Monday or Friday…..!
We began the year by riding 10 miles in an hour… For those mathematically challenged, it works out to an average speed of 10 miles per hour. The “A” team is quite concerned about that since they do around 25 miles in the same time span…. However, now, by the end of the year, we are riding 14 miles in the same hours time! I don’t know about you but in my book that’s progress…. Maybe by this time next year we can get it to 20 miles per hour…but I wouldn’t hold my breadth…. You see we do this more for the camaraderie of spending time with fellow Catholic men and the hope of losing a few pounds…Not necessarily with the idea of becoming Olympians…
Of course when we peddled off this morning our thoughts turned to the Mayan Calender predicting December 21st as the end of time….My 13 year old tells me that is because that’s when the calendar stopped…. except that recently the rest of the calendar was found behind someone’s sofa so life as we know it continues….
In order to boost our ride to 14 miles Elias and I bravely searched for a new route, albeit in the darkness typical of Coral Gables streets before the sun comes up. So of course we get lost in a community we have lived in for many, many years…. You see instead of elevated street signs, the Gables has little markers on the ground level virtually impossible to see in daylight, imagine in darkness!
It is now heatedly debated who said what about having to go South when we needed to go North…. He mentioned something about checking our GPS but real men don’t do that… or so I claimed… You see my brother Elias has a lot of wonderful qualities and like all of us he has a few lovable personal characteristics as well… One of them is his ability to cry at a moment’s notice… So wanting to avoid that I relented and stopped and checked my GPS. Guess what? We were going the wrong way!
And now you know the rest of the story as to how we got to 14 miles on the day the world was supposed to end!