Good evening sports fans!
I can’t even begin to tell you how glad I am to be home, yet simultaneously how sad I am that the best week of the year is over. Another one down, in the history books, completed, finished, done, over… And this is when the sadness sets in. For me, it happened at about 7:30 tonight as we drove away after dropping off the rental truck: Sitting in the passenger seat, heading home, as opposed to wildly blazing across who knows what- Onward to our next adventure, our next challenge; What will it be? Where Will it be? What’s around that next corner, or over that next hill? Who knows? Who cares? Which one of us will go first? Follow ME!
Tomorrow, I’ll get to sleep in a bit, not have to fill a 26′ box truck to what seems like capacity, and sit with my honey for a real breakfast- Not just coffee and bacon delivered by others as I prepare for the day… I’ll probably lounge around in my favorite robe and perhaps even get started on those 300 emails that have piled up since last Friday. Then I won’t hurry out onto the road to first chase down, then get ahead of the riders, and I won’t have to make multiple stops for supplies- After that, I won’t have to get the truck unloaded and luggage organized, figure out all the details for that nights activities, ice down waters, sodas, and beers to be ready for them as they arrive, and set up for the evening festivities and after dinner raffles… Tomorrow, I won’t have to do any of that.
I’ll just be wishing that I did.
Thank you, my friends, for being a part of the best week of my year, for everything that you do, and for being you. Be well.
Keep the wind at your back, and the downhills in front of you