I rode a century bike ride yesterday. A century ride is 100 miles long, give or take a couple of miles. This was my second century; last year I rode the one in Hampton Beach, NH, put on by the New Hampshire Wheelmen cycling club. This year I rode in the Hudson-Mohawk cycling club's century in Saratoga Springs, NY.
I knew I was in trouble when all 12 of us lined up for the 8am start. I'm not especially fast on my bike, averaging 14-15 mph and the other riders all looked extremely fit. Three of them also rode the same century the day before, and were looking forward to another 100 miles. The pack started out with me at the end, and that's where I stayed.
I'm not used to finishing last. In big running races my goal is to finish in the top 50% of my age group. In small races there are always a few few folks behind me. At first, I was a bit angry to be dead last. Then I thought about the fact that
someone always has to be last, right? Why not me? I didn't get lost (thanks to the cycling club who had the course extremely well-marked) and I kept up with my goal pace.
I felt sorry for the rest-stop volunteers who waited for me with a smile and kind words. Every once in a while I'd catch up with some of the other riders (or perhaps they were waiting for me) and after about 40 miles, everybody knew me as "the lady from Vermont". Everyone was extremely friendly, and no one chided me for being slow. No one suggested I drop out. I
thought about dropping out when the rain changed from a drizzle to a downpour and I could barely see the road, but then I was in the middle of nowhere and figured the best way to get back was to keep following the blaze-orange arrows on the road.
The reality is that in races, as in much of life, someone is first and gets a lot of glory and fame. There are a bunch of people in the middle who perhaps set personal goals, run or ride with friends, and have a great time. There is always someone last. Last in your high school graduating class. Last to be chosen for the grade school kick-ball game at recess. Last to be promoted at work. Last in the century ride.
But even the last person finished. Set a goal and met it. Didn't give up or quit. Kept going even when they couldn't see anyone else in front of them. And of course had some help along the way from volunteers, friends, and family.
Last isn't so bad after all!
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