But happy, too.
I just sold my very first road bike ever....the bike that took me on my first MS 150 tour, which then led to me thinking, "wait a minute...maybe Ironman isn't completely insane..."
And then the bike that got me to the starting line--and the finish line--of my first and only Ironman.
It's WAY too big for me (I know this now--it's a 56cm and I ride a 52 for crying out loud), doesn't fit me at all, and I've been passing it around to friends and throwing it on the trainer here and there.
But it's definitely got a lot of miles in it. And my friend Laura, who is a tri-studette looking to get back into tris, is also about 5"11'. It fits her perfectly.
It's time to say goodbye. But I can't help remembering all the miles. All the hills. The falls, the occasional tears. And sometimes swearing. Getting lost, getting flats, getting 9 years of memories and stories and miles on that bike. I bought it when I was just starting out in this sport. I clipped on my handlebars and clipped in some pedals. I remember riding it that first summer, thinking, "this is the single best purchase I've ever made," and falling in love (after a few bumps in the road and breakups) with triathlon.
It's got a lot of good karma. I hope it brings her lots of adventures.