There are admittedly some things in life I just don’t have faith in.
I don’t have a lot of faith in weather reports or my morning coffee having the super powers I secretly will it to, or that such a thing as an 18-hour bra really exists.
I have very little faith that my 9-yo’s answer to “did you wash your hands?” is always a truthful “yes, Mom!”
I have faith in humanity. I always have, and I always will. Even now, in this world.
This weekend was no exception to this unwavering faith I have.
If you’ve been here before, you might’ve read that I’m kinda sorta training for an Ironman. Given that it’s now squarely on the calendar for next month, you could say that the S-H-I-T is gettin’ real. But a lot of other things are real, too, like life and family and work and etc.
So sometimes we gotta be creative with how we get the shi…stuff done.
Case in point:
My daughter had an out-of-town swim meet this weekend, and my coach had an 80-mile bike ride on my schedule. I’m not familiar with the area where we were headed, but I knew there was no way I was going to get this ride done if I didn’t just suck it up, buttercup and figure something out.
So I headed over to Google and searched for cycle shops in Wenatchee, Washington. I figured if anyone would know good rides, it’d be bike guys, no? I found a shop called Cycle Central. It was the 4th of July so I didn’t think I’d hear back for a few days, but I shot them a note on Facebook anyway, asking them if they might know of any good routes.
Well, the owner (Greg) replied to me WITHIN THE HOUR. On a holiday! His shop wasn’t even open. He was like, “I have the perfect ride for you – call me tomorrow when we’re in the shop.” So, I called him up the next day and we both pulled up maps of Wenatchee and he walked me through a great ride over the phone.
I was thrilled. Done and done.
But then I started thinking about being out there all by myself for the better part of 5 hours and a little bit of dread settled itself in. So, I wrote Greg back and was like, “Soooooo, by anyyyyyy chance… might you know of anyone who would want to ride that long with me?”
Again with the immediate response. He goes, “Sure, my wife will probably go with you – I’ll let you know tomorrow.” Just like that.
Next day, boom: Greg replies and says, “My wife Carmen will meet you at our shop at 7am – and what the heck, I’ll join you.”
SUH-WEET, you guys. Can you even? Oh, but wait. It gets better.
I write back and am thrilled – natch – and tell him that my hotel appears to be about 2.5 miles from their shop so I’ll just pedal my way on over!
Nope, not good enough for my new BFFs. He writes back again and says NOT TO WORRY, WE WILL MEET YOU IN THE LOBBY OF YOUR HOTEL….!!!!
I MEAN, REALLY. COME ON.
Sure enough, morning of the ride comes and there they are – Greg and his wife Carmen – waiting for me right at 7am with their bikes and their smiles. It almost made me excited to sit on a bike for 5 hours.
I said ‘almost’…
I just can’t thank these kind strangers-turned-friends enough. As it turns out, Greg and a buddy that joined him had to make their ride a bit shorter so Carmen and I went all girl-power on ourselves for the entire haul.
And this girl, you guys. She was so fun. I asked if she’d mind stopping along the way for a picture. Well, that did it. From then on she was ALL. OVER. IT. Never letting me miss a good photo opp.
At one point we stopped and she said, “OK, now I’m going to ride ahead with your phone and get an action shot. When I yell “action!” you start coming towards me.” And then when I passed by her I could hear her say, “aaaaaaaaand, cut!” So much fun.
Caring about each other.
It still exists. Have faith.
Run on, friends!