Saturday night, I hoped for the best and packed up my stuff for a race Sunday morning. I woke up on Sunday and the roads were dry in Fort Collins, but not Golden (where the race was happening). I eventually decided to ride around home instead of waiting for them to decide whether or not they were going to actually have a race.
It was chilly, but I'm glad I got out. I did 2+ hours and had a good time doing it. I saw only one other rider, but several runners for some reason. It was quite odd. As I rode across the dams at Horsetooth reservior I saw about a dozen runners.
The dog was feeling a little be rejected when I got home so I called up my friend and had a dog play session. Kuzca and Marlo get along famously. It's awesome to see them play together because Kuzca doesn't get along with lot of dogs, but there's never a problem with Marlo.
I rounded out the evening by wathcing the Tour of Flanders (Ronde van Vlaanderen)). It's always been a cool race to watch because its covered in cobblestones and a real tough riders race. It's even cooler now that I've been to Belgium and know the area they're riding. Looking at the race map today brought me back to our Belgium trip. Man, I'd love to go back there. After much indecision staring at the beer in our basement, I finally chose a nice Rochefort 10 for my race drink. I felt guilty about depleting our Belgian stash while Christine was out of town, so I switched to the decidedly American Jack Daniels when I finished the beer.
*Milk was great. I had never heard of Harvey Milk before this movie. In some ways it feels like there has been a lot of progress made in gay rights, but on the other hand it's obvious there's a long way to go. I'm glad there are people like Harvey Milk who have the ability put themselves out there like that and fight for what they feel is right. I'm not saying he was a saint, but I'm thankful for the change he was able to bring.
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