Just celebrated my 36th birthday with my family. Just me, my wife and the three kids. Good times. Being a cyclist, there was definitely an overriding theme to the gifts – due to both my family knowning me, and a couple of “hints” about what I would like.
So what does a cyclists 36th birthday look like? Well:
- I’m still older than Mark Cavendish
- I’m still younger than Lance Armstrong
- I’ve never ridden pro, but I can still ride with the “Masters”
And the gift list?
- Blue, long sleeve Perl Izumi jersey (Comfy!)
- Arm warmers (Toasty!)
- 3 new pairs of socks. (Sweet!)
- and 3 new BlueRay movies – clearly intended for the post ride recovery/relaxation period
So at 36 I know I’ll never ride in the pro peloton – unless I get filthy rich and buy my way into some silly sponsorship, ride a stage type deal. I’ll also never be as fast as those young bucks that blow past me on the trails. I’ll also never be as fast as some of the “old” guys that blow past me on the trails. But I am faster than most of the people I interact with on a daily basis, and I’ve got many thousands and thousands of miles lined up for these legs.
There are big plans for this coming year. I want to try my hand in an actual criterium at some point. I’ve also got a century on the schedule (the Tour de Cure) as well the Seattle to Portland ride – either a double century, or two centuries back to back on consecutive days. Sounds like a good year for this old fart.
There you have it – a cyclist’s blog entry about a cyclist’s birthday. Cheers to all, happy new year and I’ll see ya out there. I think I’m gonna go out for a ride now.