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I participated in my first Granfondo yesterday. I only had 3 goals: don't crash, not last, no walks of shame. Success on all 3 fronts. I hate riding in close quarters and the ride starts with a climb so I was pretty anxious before the ride. The hub rode in it as well and although he said repeatedly he was just going to ride with me, he dropped me 10 km into the 160 km ride. I kept him in sight until the start of a KOM segment (I was just 2s behind him at that point) and then saw him start to power up the climb like he thought he could actually compete for the title. Anyhoo, I wasn't bothered, thought "go do your thing hub". Apparently at the top of the climb he decided to stop at the aid station and wait for me but being the master communicator he is (not), he didn't tell me this was his plan and when I cruised by some 90s after he finished the climb, he didn't notice me. I ended up finishing the ride 35 minutes ahead of him despite taking time to IG a selfie at the 90 km aid station. Eliminating aid-station stops and the waiting for me he claimed he was doing, his actual ride time was 6:02 compared to my 5:57. Consider me smug.
Check out the matchy-matchiness of my jersey from last year (Coeur) with these bib shorts (Safetti) and the sock porn. I should get a time bonus.
Boston. Adopted the week of the marathon bombings. I was looking for a 4-legged running buddy and the people who deliver my weekly organic produce bin connected me with him. Greyhound/Ridgeback mix is my best guess. Named after the race but he actually hides when I've got my running gear on, so now I tell people he's named after the doughnut.
And this is Fucker Tucker. Aka Death Breath. A maltipoo from a puppy mill before I knew better. Except for the yappy dog thing and the fact that his breath makes your eyes water, he's a charmer.
We've had Tucker for 10 years and Boston for 3 and the two are thick as thieves. They remind me of Schwarzenegger & DeVito. Gone but not forgotten: Miko. We lost him Easter weekend at 19 but he still holds a big place in our hearts. Our furry terrorist, he had a ton of catitude, and kept these dogs in line.
@ItsShug I will take all of those kittens. Crazy cat lady starter kit.