I stand in the garage looking the pile of shit I need to load into the car as Diane and I are heading out to the farm in Marysville for the 2009 Open Relay Championships. I'm tired.
Perhaps I had one too many Allagash Whites the night before. It has been since early December when Monkey and I have gone to a race. I question to myself if I'm really ready to start all this again. Monkey is upstairs doing her sloth dance.I'm not really sure what the sloth dance looks like because I have never seen it. We always get up at the same time, I head downstairs and pack the car, including her bag and her stuff, which she packed the night before, but it never fails she come out to the car just as I put the last wheel in, and slam the hatch of the toaster closed.
I have to assume she is doing some sloth dance upstairs, but frankly I have no idea what she is doing, it just seems to be every time I'm loading she is nowhere to be found.
6:30am Saturday morning, April 4
The car is loaded, and the sloth dancer has joined me. I am really tired. Before we pull out of the drive way, I think to myself, "fuck, we should just bag this, I am so beat. I convince myself, "I can't let bad Andy and Kat down..."
I'm not sure I'm into this today, why did I think this was a good idea. Monkey has packed like we are doing a 24hr race not a 4 hour race. I swear she has every piece of clothing she owns packed in her bags. Yes, she has two bags.
7:30am Saturday morning, April 4:
We are speeding along route 30 through Lancaster. We are joking about the world, talking about music, making fun of how many people have done purposely bad covers of Oasis's wonderwall. We hold hands for a bit. We eat a couple of donuts. I am amazed that she eats a powdered donut and there is no trace of powdered sugar anywhere. Amazing. We joke some more...
In the months since cross ending, I forgot how much I loved road tripping with Diane. This part of the day is half the fun. I guess it comes down to that old saying. It's not about the destination, it's about the journey. You know I really don't mind that sloth dance so much after all...
Today was a fun day, chicken hats, bike racing, and lot of friends. How could you go wrong?
more on the race later when my brain and my legs stop hurting...
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