It Was A Dark and Glorious Day
The day dawned warm and hazy. The smoke from the fires south of Tahoe kept the heat in.
Perry and I ended up cut out from most of the JDRF herd at the start and ended up starting in the second wave.
SigrD handled the first climb up to Emerald Bay with aplomb. Unfortunately I was having trouble with the altitude and smoke. You can see how obscured the views were because of the smoke.
The JDRF is an incredible organization. They don't just sponsor rides. They change lives. They are all in for those of us living with T1d. I didn't realize just how all in they were until Sunday's ride. The green jerseys represent coaches. The three coaches you see here shepherded me the entire ride. They stopped when I needed. Walked with me and encouraged me every step of the way. They and the JDRF medical director ( safety vest) made the difference every step of the way. They helped turn a very dark day emotionally and physically into one of the seminal experiences of my life. One year ago I asked for help. In the ten months since that fateful day I've discovered two tribes that have changed my life: JDRF & Cruzbike. I don't have a clue how I got so lucky but I'm not letting go.
This idiot is my friend Perry. For thirty years he's put up with me and he exemplifies the meaning of friendship. He's there for my successes and my trials. Through it all he's in my corner. He hates having his picture taken. Which of course lets my inner imp out to play even when I have nothing left.
Shortly after this point in my day I spiraled into a dark place. I was 30 miles from the finish, still had the longest climb of the ahead of me and I was blown. I'd already had one BG incident jump me out of the blue. I hydrated with electrolytes for seven days before the event and was taking in electrolytes and food all the way. It wasn't enough. I was suffering from altitude induced dehydration. I had a headache, cramps, nausea, lessened appetite and had developed a stitch in both sides from the smoke and altitude. My legs were shot. I'd ridden the last 15 miles feeling like crap.
All I had left was a serious case of stubborn. So I grabbed hold of that stubborn and held on for dear life. This was my day. T1d didn't get to have it.
Through it all SigrD did everything I asked of her and more. She kept me safe. We had our moments where she really got to shine. But my engine just wasn't there on the day and I didn't get to demonstrate her whole potential. Sorry.