Easing into the ride. 18.6 miles. Flat but a strong head wind. The girls did well but tomorrow will be the real test: 50 miles. We started so quickly that I didn't have time to digest the fact that we're really doing this--that 10 and 11 year olds are doing this. I suppose this is really a metaphor for parenting: it all happens so fast and then all you have is a long, open road with miles of blacktop ahead. Each pedal stroke brings thoughts about those miles travelled and memories of the day she breathed her first breath will push you further along the blacktop towards what has always been within your reach.
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