Props to your wife for donating a kidney, Mr. B.
That's awesome!
I was flying on that 104-mile ride last month with 6,200 feet of climbing. Early in the ride I spent a match to catch up to...The Little Old Lady from Pasadena...er...a well into middle age grandma type. She had gray hair flying out from under a 20-year old Bell helmet and was riding some decrepit steel frame with enough mud and road grit on it that I had to look twice to make sure it wasn't a cross bike or mountain bike.
I complimented her on her abilities and told her she should be racing. She just laughed as she easily maintained a 19-20 MPH pace on a nearly windless morning with the humidity around 90%.
I would call her a well seasoned, well conditioned and obviously confident of her ability to zip thru a century. I went ahead and didn't see her after that, but I'll bet she was fresher than I was when she crossed the finish stripe.
That's awesome!
I was flying on that 104-mile ride last month with 6,200 feet of climbing. Early in the ride I spent a match to catch up to...The Little Old Lady from Pasadena...er...a well into middle age grandma type. She had gray hair flying out from under a 20-year old Bell helmet and was riding some decrepit steel frame with enough mud and road grit on it that I had to look twice to make sure it wasn't a cross bike or mountain bike.
I complimented her on her abilities and told her she should be racing. She just laughed as she easily maintained a 19-20 MPH pace on a nearly windless morning with the humidity around 90%.
I would call her a well seasoned, well conditioned and obviously confident of her ability to zip thru a century. I went ahead and didn't see her after that, but I'll bet she was fresher than I was when she crossed the finish stripe.