Rough Road Ahead
I got some bad news this week.
One of my life’s greater frustrations, which I thought was finally coming to an end, has instead been extended for a significant period. The news left me tense to the point of aching, shell-shocked, raw and dangerous as shattered glass.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do,” I told Ironman through furious tears.
“Well, what can you do?”
I had a few ideas, only some of which were legal, and most of which weren’t likely to solve the problem anyway. Eventually, I worked down to the obvious conclusion: “I’ll just keep doing my best.”
Most of the time, that works. Besides, I can’t live with myself any other way.
Last night, I got another piece of interesting news.
Tomorrow’s Owyhee Spring endurance ride will be a 60-miler. (I swear it said 50 last week.)
SIXTY MILES? Huh. Well. Okay, then. Looks like Consolation’s second-ever endurance ride, our first of the season, will also be our longest ever.
The weather should help. Our previously delightful spring temperatures have dropped to highs in the fifties, with a healthy wind and 30% chance of afternoon showers. Less than ideal for us riders, sure, but marvelous for the horses.
We’ll start at 8:00 a.m. in hand-biting, buck-rousing cold. Having watched Consolation — sleek and electric with fitness, feed, and rest, twisting like a dervish in her paddock last night — I suspect I’ll have my hands full on the first, 25-mile loop. My job will be to keep her from wearing too thin to finish this long, long ride.
My plan is to ride well, ride smart, and do the best we can. I reckon we’ve a good chance of coming through not only unscathed, but stronger than ever.
Best we can do.