Life is an Adventure Made for an Adventurer
In 2010, John and I were training for our first Ironman in Lake Placid. During that training season, I was thrown off the road by a car, and it shook me. I remember being so afraid to ride my bike outside. In fact, that crash affected my cycling confidence for at least 2 years. (I’m not quick to recover from sliding across the road at almost 20 mph. Call me a sissy if you must.) A few weeks after that crash back in 2010, John and I went for a ride in the New Hope, PA area, using a cue sheet …