When I was in high school, I knew a girl who moved to my school district in 11th grade. She ran XC, I was a hockey player. Polar opposites. A year later, I took up running, only about 15 miles per week.
More often than not, I ride in the afternoon. Run in the AM. Well, one of my ride loops goes by the end of her street, and she runs in the afternoon.
We always pass at the same corner, and smile, although she may not recognize that weird guy on the brightly colored bike, riding his bicycle in that weird position.
I recall when I used to just run, (Which I still love more than anything else) and I saw cyclists going by in the aero position, they wouldn’t even wave or say “hey”.
But when I see this girl (I’ll call her ‘wonder-girl’), and we pass by so closely, and smile, and for a nanosecond we can hear one another’s respiratory stress, we are united as one driven force.
This is what I live for.
Thank you, wonder-girl.
