Disclaimer - If you are not a triathlete, I suspect that you may find me even more crazy after this post. That's ok. I suspect every one of us out there has our own 'roo.
Well, it's been one of those weeks. An out of sorts week. A "I want to pull my hair out and scream obscenities as I quit my job" week (I love my job. Just not this week). A "how in the hell is my baby going to preschool orientation and my other baby turning 1" emotional week. And, of course, a fucking taper week for my upcoming half. A week full of first world problems, I am well aware. But a draining week.
Then I lost, what to me, may as well be a family member. No, no one died - I'm being melodramatic, and I know it. But we sold off my beloved tri bike - she went to an amazing new home, and I know she will be loved. But I will miss her.
I first got "Summer" , my tri bike, back in 2008 after my road bike bit the dust in a car accident. She was a brand new Quntana Roo Chiquilo - women's specific, shiny pink, and frickin gorgeous. I called her "Summer" because my cat, Summer, was nicknamed "roo". Don't ask.
Summer and I had a great run - from my first Half Ironman to my first full Ironman in Placid....she was the bike I rode the morning I got married. The bike I rode all through both pregnancies (indoors of course!0 and the bike I rode the day before I went into labor with each kiddo. She was the bike I rode the day after my fur summeroo passed...after 17 years of friendship, the two wheeled Summer caught my tears as I mourned the loss of my fur kiddo.
She took me through 8 Sodus tri's, and quite fittingly, had her last ride on that iconic and special course where I first dove into the world of triathlon.
She had approximately 35,000 miles on her over the last 8 years...more than most cars. And she has some awesome life left in her for another racer, I know. But I will miss her. Without getting into it, it was sort of unexpected that I sold her - I knew it was time, and it was the right decision. Right now I see myself doing tri's, but I'm done for 2016 and now was the time to explore a new bike that fits my needs as a racer now.
Summer, I'll miss you - you were an epic bike and I thank you for all of your faithful years!!
Well, it's been one of those weeks. An out of sorts week. A "I want to pull my hair out and scream obscenities as I quit my job" week (I love my job. Just not this week). A "how in the hell is my baby going to preschool orientation and my other baby turning 1" emotional week. And, of course, a fucking taper week for my upcoming half. A week full of first world problems, I am well aware. But a draining week.
Then I lost, what to me, may as well be a family member. No, no one died - I'm being melodramatic, and I know it. But we sold off my beloved tri bike - she went to an amazing new home, and I know she will be loved. But I will miss her.
Beautiful girl. |
I first got "Summer" , my tri bike, back in 2008 after my road bike bit the dust in a car accident. She was a brand new Quntana Roo Chiquilo - women's specific, shiny pink, and frickin gorgeous. I called her "Summer" because my cat, Summer, was nicknamed "roo". Don't ask.
Summer's namesake! |
She took me through 8 Sodus tri's, and quite fittingly, had her last ride on that iconic and special course where I first dove into the world of triathlon.
Rob n the 'roo |
Summer, I'll miss you - you were an epic bike and I thank you for all of your faithful years!!