A constantly full cup of iced coffee is all I need today. The first rest day has been earned.
Today’s post is going to be an open letter and reflection on the trip so far. 7 days into any trip is a mile marker. The dust begins to settle and the routine of the adventure starts to form.
GETTING TO THE BEGINNING of this bicycle trip across America was no small task. I moved out of my Manhattan apartment. Turned down a job offer. And questioned how strong to hold onto one’s values. Thanks to friends, largely Cassidy for driving, I actually arrived:
“You’re real! You are really here! Annalisa and I debated whether you would actually show up,” T remarked in the Wythville, VA pavilion.
Being on a bike has exceeded expectations. Many hours thinking alone has brought the phrase “community supported” to cycling tours.
We support ourselves in terms of gear, maps, and physical items. Yet, each day our water is provided from gas stations or a socket on the side of a building; the shelter over our heads is from churches and state parks; and multiple acts of kindness are gifted upon us from individuals who cross our paths.
The best part of the trip is the overwhelming kindness of strangers. You are going to hear this from every cyclist you meet and it is true. We throw ourselves out into a little bit of uncertainty and this attracts a community willing to provide the safety net.
Never in my life have I received so many blessings and warm wishes.
Discovering a New Pace
Cyclists are exploring America on the same roads that cars use without the option to break the speed limit. This pace tunes outlasts short-term distractions that often make us details that surround us. Ultimately, the trip becomes a reflection upon oneself.
Within the first days I almost abandoned Annalisa and Taylor to visit Nashville. Many of us from the city, and possibly elsewhere, feel a need to do more and go faster. I look forward to discovering what pace we all decide to travel.
Body Adjusting to the Bike
No training went into this trip. Life is busy with other obligations and a background in triathlons served as a good base. Yet, the aches and pains are beginning to be felt.
The mentality going into the trip is that the first two weeks always hurt. Training is the best way to prevent injury but is never like the real thing. We are pushing ourselves to become endurance athletes carrying 100 pound loads for eight hours a day. So, the rest day felt hard earned.
A Format for the Blog
Riding 55+ miles and then trying to write is an overwhelming task. I am thinking of the following format for the blog:
- 2 sentence summary
- The Route
- The Scenery
- The People
- The Blood Sugar
These four topics line up with the photographs and feeling of the journey. If something needs to be prioritized I may tweak this setup but that is the goal going forward. I hope you see my writing evolve over this journey.