When I went to pin his race number to his leg, I realized that he got number 666! Yikes. How horrible is that! We pretended it was 999 instead.
And they’re off! The “elite” professional guys were in the front, followed by the “expert” riders and then the “beginning” riders. It was so so so cold that day, so I waited for the husband to finish in the car. Luckily I got to chat on the phone with my mother-in-law and my mom….they helped me pass the time!
Once I started to hear cheering and cow bells (yes, cow bells!) I came out to watch the guys finish. The husband is the one in all black. He did great! I was so proud of him for finishing the race and really pushing himself. 23 miles is such a long way! He said there were a ton of hills too…there is NO way I could have done it!
We had a great time and are looking forward to the next race, which is 35 miles!