Today was the self-proclaimed Singlespeed World Championship. I'm not sure how official it is; in fact, the race brochure stated, several times, it wasn't even a race. The winner took home the coveted Singlespeed World Champion beer mug. It looked like a race from where I was sitting.
I didn't do the race. I was on the fence this morning. A singlespeed race at the Poto the week before Iceman seems a perfect venue but I wasn't in a racing mood. I wasn't even in a riding mood. This is odd. I haven't been riding lately but it hasn't been lack of desire, just collateral damage from a hectic schedule. Kevin and I took off on our geared bikes a little while after the racers.
The Singlspeed World Championship is an annual race but this year it was a fund raiser for Jason Lummis. Jason is a local pro who represents Michigan well when he races out of state. I don't know him personally but I heard he is a great guy. Jason was hit by a truck and left for dead in a ditch while riding his bike home from work about a month ago. It's not clear if he will ever be the same. What is clear is today when I was quietly whining to myself about the grey skies, cold temperature, and my lack of fitness, Jason was home in a full body cast. I thought about Jason a lot on this ride, and how I complain about silly things, and how easily I lose prospective. It was a good ride and, as always, I came back with a better attitude than I left with.
I went right from the ride to pick up the girls from dance. Em wanted to go to a friend's house in Canton then for me to take them to a haunted house after dark. This left me with 3 hours to spend with Allie, not quite enough time to go back to Brighton but a lot of time to spend in Canton. Allie wanted to go to Jungle Java like we did in previous years when we had some time to kill. I wasn't half way through my cup of coffee and Allie wanted to leave. She is getting a little old for a play structure. Kids don't get old all at once, it come in little waves. We went shopping.
One of the stores we went to was Marshall's, a store that gets other stores' overstock items. 99.9% of what they have is crap. In between all the crap is often a jewel or two. The jewels they had today were Columbia Highroad cycling jerseys, windbreakers, vests, and jackets. I picked up on a long sleeve jersey, normally $70 on sale for $15. I left the store with a better attitude than I walked in with. Finding cycling apparel at 80% off MSRP while looking for clothes for your daughter can do that.