Thankfully insane

Many cyclists, including Fritz and Fatty, are writing about things they’re thankful for on this Thanksgiving weekend.

Well, I’m pretty grateful to have gone slowly insane over the past several months. The latest symptom? I wrote earlier today that:

You may have a cycling addiction if you’ll ride an hour through the pouring rain to take a picture of a gorilla dressed as the Statue of Liberty.

I came home soaked from that ride. My non-waterproof gloves and non-waterproof balaclava and non-waterproof jacket were wet all the way through, as were the layers beneath them. It was about 40 degrees, and I was happy with the ride but also happy to put on my jammies and eat our family Thanksgiving dinner. Jen and the boys and I eat Thanksgiving dinner the day before the actual holiday because we always travel on Thanksgiving Day to see family. So I shoved in turkey, corn pudding, stuffing, cranberry sauce, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, popovers, apple cider, brussels sprouts, and chocolate cream pie. I was (ahem) pleasantly full afterward.

The thing is, tonight was a Wednesday Night Cruiser Ride. Adam was going. Jack and Liz were going. Julie was going. And almost no one else was going. It was going to be a Team RocBike ride, and I had been looking forward to it for days … until my afternoon ride and my huge meal and the long time it took to put to the kids to bed.

At 8 p.m., our meeting time, I was in my jammies. It was still pouring rain outside, and even colder and windier than before. I checked my cell phone’s voice mail, because I’d heard the phone ring while we were putting the kids to bed. It was Jack, saying, “We’ll be a few minutes late, but we’ll be there!”

The next thing I know, I’m putting on warm clothes and then the same wet outer gear from before and rushing out the door to Monty’s Krown, where I caught them all just in time. We rode through the rain to Julie’s house, because she didn’t show up, and we took a picture on her front porch. Then we rode to Kristine’s house. She bailed, too, and wasn’t home when we got there, but arrived as were setting up the picture in front of her house. Then we rode to Boulder Coffee Company, where we passed the time drinking hot chocolate and chatting and listening to music on open mic night. And we saw Caitlin! (Look for Adam’s pictures in a future post.)

So on this Crane Family Thanksgiving Day, I’m thankful for my insanity, and for the fact that Adam, Jack and Liz are apparently nuts, too.

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