So, yesterday was his day. He proposed we ride the 8 hour tag, which I went along with. It wasn't until the day before that I realized my longest ride this summer has been more in the 2 hour range. He also decided that instead of the classic he goes, I go, he goes, etc., that he would bust out a fast first lap and then pass off to me to ride 3-4 hours and then he would finish the day. Not the fastest way to complete an 8 hour, but less painful than the alternative stop/start.
As my hours on the bike wore on and grumpiness settled in, I grumbled something about there being a 'tag' in tag-team as I went by the AWI tent. But, Jeremy was there each lap to offer some yelling and encouragement that kept me riding my fastest. And, while I proclaimed my hatred of him for 'making me do this' while out on my last lap, it is not true. Jeremy is an amazing husband, who I love very much. I am glad he pushed me to do this race, as I impressed myself by pulling off pretty consistent lap times and after his encouragement was even able to make my last one, one of the fastest.
After my laps were over, I thoroughly enjoyed the afternoon recovering, eating and socializing. Jeremy moved us up in the standings from 8th to 6th place, blowing himself up pretty good in the process. And, I would do the race again, glady. But, don't tell him that. For once, Jeremy deserved a day where I go along with his ideas ;)
no pics from the 8 hour, but the above are a somewhat comical sequence of Jeremy rescuing me and my bike from a fairly deep and fast moving river during last year's TransRockies.