I have known about a local cycling group, Fremont Freewheelers for a while. I have read up on them and even talked with a few people that are members. Introducing myself, BY myself, to an established group of cyclists was not something I was dying to do. But, I prepared myself to do just that, this morning. The Tuesday morning group ride meets at 9:00 a.m., less than a mile from my house. I checked the schedule last night to make sure the ride was still on their schedule, and it was. There is nothing saying "rain or threat of rain cancels" for this particular ride. Some say this and some rides say "rain or shine". We had rain here during the night but when I woke up at 7:30, the sky was clear and it was no longer raining.
So, I get ready and ride over to the parking lot, arriving at 8:52. This is what I see:
No cars. No people. Just the smell of KFC cooking across the street. I'm early though, so I do a couple of circles and then pick a curb to stop against. I coast on over to the curb and FORGET I'M CLIPPED IN TO MY PEDALS!! You guessed it - down I went! Tip over #2 for me. F&#*! Right down onto the wet pavement. Alright, it's at this particular moment, I am absolutely thrilled there were no cars and no people. GAH! I waited until 9:08 before heading out by myself. After a couple of miles, I turned around and went back to the parking lot, just to see if maybe they were very late. Nope. Still nobody there.
That's okay. I hit the road for a 25 mile ride, solo. When I got home I sent an email to the president of the cycling group to find out what happened. By the way, it's still not raining as I type this,
Yesterday was a much happier day. When I woke up, I knew I wanted to go for a run. I gathered up my ever so faithful running companion, Boomer and headed to the Alameda Creek Trail for a 60 minute run. I wanted to park at the beginning of the trail this time, just for a change of scenery. As I was driving up Mission I thought, wonder how Garin is today? Even though I had my road running shoes on, I figured what the heck! I kept driving up Mission to the Garin parking lot. Oh, I was so happy to be running there. THIS is "how Garin was" yesterday.
I stayed on a main road that was mostly gravel and turned around when it got too muddy for the road shoes to handle. I got three miles in instead of the 5.5 I was originally thinking. Just being able to run there, with the hills so green, the air so cool and the creek flowing by. It did so much for my soul. I couldn't stop smiling and feeling so grateful for this gem of a park so close to my house.