My friend Phil dropped me an email last night to ask if I was up for a 40 mile ride today. The ride fit with my training schedule so I let him know that I was definitely in. Phil is like Superman on the bike. I’m thinking about having him tested for substance abuse. He is one of “those guys” that climbs to the top of the mountain, comes back down to meet you, goes back to the top, back down, etc. Honestly, it’s a little irritating but by struggling to keep up with him, my riding has benefited over the past couple years.
Last year while on a ride in the mountains, I found myself clodding along up Floyd Hill. It was toward the end of our ride and I was beat. Of course, Phil had already ascended to the top of the hill. I was about 3/4 of the way up the hill and guess who rides up next to me, Phil. He is chatting along but what was really weird was how close he was riding to me. I kind of felt like he was being a bit of a space invader. Even weirder, the grade of the road had not changed but somehow I experienced a renewed sense of strength and energy until I looked down. That’s when I saw it. Phil had his hand on the back of my bike seat and was pulling me up Floyd Hill.
Will I ever be as good as Phil on the bike? Answer: Doubtful. I’ll admit that I take some childish pleasure knowing that Phil isn’t a good swimmer. I am not proud of this predisposition but I think Phil would understand.
Today’s ride was relatively uneventful. I will continue to work to get faster on the hills but one thing is for certain. I will not get faster if I do not continue to get out there and chase after people like my good friend Phil.
The road to IM Wisconsin is long and riddled with obstacles. It is good to have Phil around. He is someone that has my respect as a cyclist and a man. It takes a special person to help another while protecting their pride. Thanks Phil. I am glad he doesn’t read my blog. Until next time…. Swim, bike, run.