June 29, 2004

  • Boston to P-town





    The ride is done, over, that little 150 mile jaunt from Boston to that fingertip at the end of the Cape, Provincetown.  My legs aren't as bad as I thought they'd be, just some aching when I climb stairs.  I don't know if I can describe the serene exhaustion you feel when you push yourself beyond your normal physical limits.  It's like the world finally is in your hand, everything is within your grasp; time is a river you move over instead of a torrent that takes you away.


    All in all it was a marvelous weekend: 1,000 riders, $1.1M in donations.  We are all compadre on this ride, sharing sweat and stories, sharing a common goal to end MS.  Very cool.


    So I'm a little 'down' now, not really low but suffering from the lull that follows the post ride high; too many endorphins are not good for you.  Today I get the pictures back, some posed, many from the seat of my Cannondale - still glimpses of a rolling living event like ripples on a pond cannot be stopped or caught in real time, only imaged and imagined.


    Pictures to follow ...