February Training Ride
Back in the 90’s, The New Mexico Department of Game and Fish decided the elk unit that I had been bow hunting for several years needed a limit on permits. They set the limit at 400 and had a lottery to decide the 400 hunters. I did not draw. There were 407 applicants for the 400 slots.
I have played in many golf tournaments where in addition to the winner’s prizes, there were door prizes. Some of these have been awesome prizes. I have never won a golfing vacation, a set of clubs, or even a putter, chipper, driver, or bag. The best I ever won was an outdated computer printer. Usually my prize was a luggage tag, a golfing towel, or a key ring advertising an insurance company.
I am not complaining mind you, my lack of luck has kept me from ever losing even one dollar in a state lottery, or as my dad calls it, the stupid tax. I know better than to enter.
I say all of that to say this. The bike ride Jen and I have entered limits the weekly riders to 8500 but they always have more entries than permits. The “lucky” riders are the ones who win the lottery. I don’t know how many entries they normally get, but I am just cognizant of the truth that I may not get chosen. (I am just glad salvation isn’t by lottery. Jesus said, “whosoever will may come.”)We won’t know for sure until May 1. (About the Bike ride, not salvation.)
In the meantime, we must continue training. My friend Bill, who went on the ride the last two years, when asked if he had any words of wisdom said, “pedal, pedal, pedal.”
