You are probably wondering why I haven't posted anything about my bike race, well I am now. I got up at 5:20 am and it wasn't that hard. I was excited and nervous all at once. I got ready for my bike race and then I got everyone up and yes everyone was tired, including me. We left Cathie's house(Will's moms cousin) at 6:30 am and we knew where we were going because we drove by it, the day before and it was nice driving that early in the morning because no crazy drivers were out on the road yet. We got there at about 7 am and the race didn't start until 7:30 am, so I had time. I signed in and I got my bag of stuff. My t-shirt, water bottle and some coupons. I then got my bike out of the car and I then had time to got to the restroom and Will took some pictures of me and the boys. He also took some pictures of me leaving with everyone else.
I was off and I was feeling pretty good, until I got to the first little hill and it wasn't that big either, but I made it with out stopping, so that is good. Many people passed me, but that is okay. I was going at my own pace. I was pretty much by myself the whole time, but that is okay. I came to the first rest stop and I was doing well. I ate some watermelon and a granola bar and drank some more water of course. Then I was off again and I was okay for the most part. But then I lost it, I started crying and wondering why I entered the race to begin with and that no one has really been proud of me in my whole life and I kept stopping and getting drinking lots of water. Then I told myself, that I was going to finish this race, no matter how long it took me and so I started riding my bike again. I then kept saying "Please give me strength" and then I got to to the next rest stop. They only had water, so I filled up my water bottle. I then was off the biggest hill they had in the race, but I couldn't make it up that hill, so I had to walk my bike up the hill and I wasn't the only one who had to do that. I probably walked it about maybe 3/4 of a mile, I think and then I was able to get back on my bike and ride down the hill. I saw the photographer taking pictures at the bottom of this hill and I thought that was cool. The race was well marked, which was good.
I finally saw the light at the end of the tunnel, when I knew the race was almost over and so I was happy about that. I got to the park and I was looking for the finish line, but I couldn't find it and I was wondering if I missed it somewhere along the way to the park. Then I heard Will calling my name and I was so happy to see him. He told me he got worried because the finish line people started packing up and then left and I wasn't back yet. He was wondering if something bad might have happened to me and that I was hurt off the side of a road somewhere. Well, I was okay and I finished the race in 3 1/2 hours and yes I was the last to arrive, but I heard some people didn't even finish the race. I finished the race, all 25 miles of it and yes I wanted to quit so many times during the race, but I had to finish it for me. I have never done anything like this before in my life and I just wanted to know if I could do something like this. I can do something like this and I will do another bike race, but I just don't know when that will be. Anyone want to join me in my next bike race? Just let me know.