There's something about Erin and Theresa that just seems to invite pain into my life.
After the relative success? of the previous weekend, (Bike 120 km in a hurricane on Saturday, then go for a 20 km run on Sunday followed by another bike of 40 km), Theresa and Erin decided that it would be " fun" to drive out to White City last Saturday, park the cars at DQ, bike down to Montmartre,(75 km), do the Perogie run, (10 km), have a big ham and perogie lunch, and then bike back to Regina, (75 km).
It was, of course, assumed that I would be totally OK with this. So OK, actually, that Theresa forgot to tell me until the night before.
"Oh, and we invited Matt Van Nus, he's nice"
I knew Matt, not in the biblical sense, but in the " Won the Cat 5 race at the Moose Jaw Spring Classic three weeks ago in a fairly convincing way" sense.
The clouds of impending doom were beginning to form on the horizon...
Saturday morning burst upon us in that bright cheery kind of way that says " Hey, things can only get worse so enjoy it while you can". We all met at the DQ, to discuss the 28 km/h headwind that we were facing all the way down there, and how important it would be to work together to minimize the pain and suffering. Theresa had neglected to mention that they were all going to be on tri bikes, ( better in a headwind than a road bike). I brought my road bike.
We set off through White City, and moved smoothly onto Hwy 48.
And that was the last I saw of them. 3 km we rode together, 3KM!!! They were riding like a well oiled machine, smooth as silk, sharing the load, achieving that rare sense of peace when you have a common goal and are working towards it.
I was plugging in my headphones. It was going to be a long ride................
In all fairness to my " riding companions" I knew that I would not be capable of holding the pace, and I was quite comfortable riding on my own. I knew what I was in for, but I gotta tell ya, that headwind truly sucked. 3 1/2 hrs to get to Montmartre but it's a pretty ride and the only way that I could get perogies.
I arrived in time to see Scott and Matt running by on Lap two, Erin grabbing a drink and then Theresa. The picture was a little blurry as I was overcome with emotion at seeing her again and realizing that I was still alive.
So now it was time for lunch, and this is where treachery reared its rather charming, perfectly coiffed head. See, the perogies at Montmarte are fabulous, the ham to die for, and the baked goodies are delicious. Did I mention " All you can eat" ?
Notice how Erin " You can trust me, I work for the Government" is looking at her sour cream drizzled pockets of heaven with an expression that says " Tempt me not, Satan, for I have another 75 km to ride today", and notice how Theresa is on her second plate of potato perfection....., as was I by the way.
Yeah, something's going on here.
Then from out of her bag, pops a tupperware container!! Oh, the horror of it all. Erin knew exactly what would happen if she indulged in the delicious comestibles on offer in this fair town. She was here for the take out! Smuggled back to Regina by her mule, Terry " I also work for the Government" Allan.
And so began the return journey. Luckily the wind stayed constant and we were averaging 35-40 km/h. A drastic improvement on the 20 km/h on the way down. By Vibank I was starting to feel somewhat uncomfortable however I had worked bloody hard for the perogies, and I was keeping them. I had no choice.
Two hours later we were in White City, and stopped in at the DQ for an ice cream. We'd ridden hard and deserved it.
We had a great time down there, the entire town supports the run, the ride down is pleasant and I would do it again in a heartbeat, however next time I might use my other road bike
I tend to be the noisy one, Theresa and the Ride Leaders are the real story.