Monday, September 18, 2006

water!

Linda said i should blog today about how i refused to wear a camelback this Sunday on my first long group cross ride in Marin with a bunch of very experienced riders because i didn't want to look like a dork. She said I should write about how i brought only one small water bottle that i put in my back pocket, and how i when I rolled up to the meeting spot in Mill Valley, I counted 24 camelbacks. I told Linda I would not write about how i didn't refill my little water bottle at the first and last rest-stop for the next 3 hours. And how with the heat and dust, and more heat and dust, and much guzzling from my small bottle of liquid, how i ran out of water. Or how the inside of my mouth turned to paste and my lips stuck together for the last 1.5 hours of the ride, how i felt like a lost soul in the Sahara tipping my water bottle above my outstretched tongue waiting for a trickle of moisture to fall, how i went up to a perfect stranger in the group and asked "culd oo pleath por son waffer in my boffle?" and how i would not let him stop pouring and how that wretched lukewarm, piss-colored liquid was like heaven on earth. I said, no, i wouldn't blog that because i would sound like a dork, which i am.

8 comments:

Olaf Vanderhoot said...

and i didn't read any of it.

marscat said...

you are mean

Flandria said...

lol! so funny

velogirl said...

Funny how in trying not to look like a dork we become even dorkier.

We've all been there. Glad you survived the sahara to blog about it.

X Bunny said...

dork if you do
dork if you don't

Ippoc Amic said...

you were the cutest dehydrated dork out there...

Eclectchick said...

Whoopsy!! I think X bunny said it best.

Shawn Kielty said...

I have found a lot of folks in California riding around without water bottles. I don't know how they do it -- they must just ride from watering hole to watering hole.