Flashes of Panic

I had a pretty good seat for most of the race (though I admit, I didn’t bike up around the north end of the park: I cut directly from the four mile marker over to five.) But I had to watch the finish from behind.

The photographer on his motorcycle got a few shots of me cranking along, after laughing out loud when he recognized me. I halfway wish I’d had my own bike, rather than the dog of a rental hybrid I was riding…