|Laura laughing her way around the bike course|
Today, the cheerleader outfit has been thrown out--I mean burned--but there is still a bit of cheerleader left in me. I love going to see my friends race, following their adventures on blogs or Facebook or just getting to see friends push themselves past a point they thought they could. It has nothing to do with them winning a race or placing high in an event, I just think it's really cool they showed up even if they were a bit unsure about the situation.
I remember when I did road races, tris and running races. A bit of me never wanted friends or family on the course. I didn't want to make a fool of myself and I certainly didn't want them to see me if I was having an "off" day. When they did show up, however, and I saw their smiles and heard their cheers, it always gave me more energy. Although I don't race anymore, I do ride gravel events. Some riders do it to win, I do it to see if I can finish feeling strong or learn something about myself. When I'm exhausted and sore, there is nothing that picks me up more than to see a friend, volunteer or spectator smiling and saying I look strong (even if I know I look like death warmed over).
|Ashley hauling ass on her first tri after a bike accident the day prior|
|Mike, who could out ride me in just about any event, gave me a little ego boost with a compliment.|