I’m not embarrassed to admit I was pretty nervous the night before the third day of the Climate Ride — our 104-mile “century” day. When I was 20 years old and riding six days a week, it would have been no problem. But now in my mid-30s, and having avoided riding my bike for the last couple years, I wasn’t confident two months of training was enough.
Turns out I had nothing to fear, and the day went great — especially after we completed the first big climb, which had a pair of steep hairpin turns and a lot of car traffic. So I don’t blame Ezra (speaking of being in your early 20s) for celebrating when we got to the top — despite still having 70 miles to go.