i think i mentioned to you that i have crossed paths with lea davison in the parking lot at catamount. i think i told you that along with her sister she runs a mentoring program for girls on mountain bikes.
tonight after our race (and i will want to tell you more about both that and cycling uniforms later) i went up to her and i had a few things to say to her. i'm only going to tell you my part of the conversation:
i want to thank you for your work.
we've only ever talked here in the parking lot and i only knew you as "that nice young woman who does little bellas". i had no idea who you were, even.
i cried watching you on tv.
and i cried watching you come across the finish line tonight.
your work is important.
every time i see a fat woman on a bicycle i cheer. (i was well over 230 pounds when i started riding) every time i see a little girl on a mountain bike it makes me happy.
to ride a bike is to cheat death.
riding a bike is freedom. it is mastery.
and for too many of us, there is not enough of that in the world.