We began this weekend with the Thanksgiving tradition of giving thanks.
I am thankful to live in a place where we can turn our wildest dreams into reality.
We did a test run on this dream over the long weekend. It was an out and back 3-day excursion. The route was an uninspiring tour of the rougher parts of Houston and its industrial areas, ending at a park 40 miles outside the city. I was reminded of a few important things:
- A 10% chance of rain can turn into a 100% chance of being soaked in a downpour.
- Do not put your rain gear at the bottom of the bag that also holds your toilet paper.
- I am woefully out of cycling shape.
- I may actually lack the anticipated enthusiasm for riding my bike.
The last point is something I’m still trying to reconcile, as the bike plays so prominently in our future. Otherwise, this is going to be a REALLY long ride to South America. I know I like bike touring. I’ve done it before. However, in all of my bike tours, I have never done a test run.
I set out on my first ever bike tour to ride across the country having only rode my bike loaded with gear one time around the block. Test runs are all the work but none of the magic of the actual tour. Because at the end of this weekend, I still had to schlep me and all my stuff back to Houston so I could be back at work bright and early Monday morning. I’m going back to dreaming of delicious foods, sunsets along the coast, and exploring ancient ruins, with full awareness that sometimes living the dream means cycling soaking wet, into a bone chilling headwind, with your quads feeling like they are on fire. I just don’t need to practice that part.