David was on call this whole weekend and since the hospital was really busy, I barely got a glimpse of him, which means I was flying solo. I could not pull myself out of bed knowing that I had planned to do a long run, but I finally did it. I got up. I started the day out with a 12 mile run. I think the last time I ran that far was a half marathon last summer. Once I got going I felt okay, slow, but not tired. At about mile 6 I began thinking about how blessed I am and how incredible it is that my short legs will carrying me for miles on end. That is exactly the boost I needed along with the check at my time and the realization that I wasn't running as slow as I thought. I then turned back and headed home to get ready for the rest of my day.
I got a phone call from David a little later and he was able to break away from work for a bit to attend his co-fellow Erin's farewell BBQ. Knowing Erin is done in 3 weeks made me realize that David only has ONE more year as a Cardiology fellow, but then again, it's not the end end. Just the end of this chapter of training. I think we have at least one more chapter to go. But, the light at the end of the tunnel is getting a whole lot closer and brighter!
Emily and I were walking down the street and I was talking to my dear 68 yr old friend on the phone when Emily shouted, "There they are." I had no idea what she was talking about so I looked in the direction she was gawking and sure enough, THERE THEY WERE. Riding right towards us. NECKED BIKERS. I quickly turned my back to the road and looked right into the open door of the shop I was standing at until the bikers were out of sight. A couple things ran through my head. First, thank goodness for handlebars! All I got a glimpse of was a couple of bare chests. Secondly, I was thinking, here I am talking to this sweet, pure elderly women on the phone and I have about 30 naked guys riding behind me on bikes. She might have died right then and there if she had seen them. Sorry, no pictures.
If you look closely at this guy's right butt cheek you will notice that he's missing something... a little skin on his cheek. Ouch. And yes, he finished the race just like this. He won the race last year, but I think this little mishap threw him off a bit and he didn't repeat the win.
David's Co-Fellows and Program Director
Mike, Laurie, Amy, Erin and David
After the BBQ I picked up a friend and we headed to Cirque du Cycling, a street fair and bike race that is held every year on Mississippi. On the way over my friend described an interesting site she observed during her lunch, a conglomerate of naked bikers. I previously heard about the naked bike ride that occurs every year in Portland, but I have never sought out the details. Well, I didn't have to seek anything out this year either. This year, the necked bikers found me. Who knew that in broad daylight at a street, family-friendly affair, men (and sometimes women) would bare it all. And really, on a bike?! That doesn't sound comfortable to me.
Then I watched the Crit. And, I saw more skin... What is with today?
If you look closely at this guy's right butt cheek you will notice that he's missing something... a little skin on his cheek. Ouch. And yes, he finished the race just like this. He won the race last year, but I think this little mishap threw him off a bit and he didn't repeat the win.
