This past weekend we participated in a women-only cycling clinic, hosted by our fast-becoming-a-friend and world champion cyclist, Leslee Schenk Trzcinski and three of her bicycling comrades, Ken, Emily and Julie. It as an awe-inspiring, ass-kicking weekend. I'd signed Jo and I up to ride in the Highlander Tour, a Finger Lakes Tradition for the past 15 years. Little did I know what I was in for...and, now, I'm not certain that "The Corkscrew" is even a ride we can complete. Since moving to Rochester, I think I've become a little soft on the hills. Okay, perhaps I'm lying to myself...perhaps it's the ice cream I've been consuming from the Pittsford Dairy. But, really, I used to be able to climb hills in Pittsburgh in a respectable amount of time. Now? Maybe I'm just thinking about them too hard.
The clinic was helpful in so many ways. It offered us both some important insights into technique, recovery and nutrition. And, I left wondering if I really could start to consider myself as "athlete." Leslee says "Start getting used to it." And, perhaps if I keep working with her, I'll own that mantel. For now, I'm bonn take care of my saddle sores, and focus on stretching out my stiff and tired hamstrings.
Whew! What a ride!!
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