Pedaling along at a somewhat leisurely pace I quickly became aware of the number of people who were passing me. In the beginning I took the cyclists zooming by in stride. I had decided to go ahead and ride the 18-mile loop around Arlington so I was happy with the slow and steady pace.
I was happy until about the 15th bike flew by with a ring of the bell and the by then familiar call-out "on your left." Was I really moving that slowly? I mean I know I'm a bit out of shape but c'mon- really?
Not wanting to dwell on the situation any more than I already had I focused on the scenery. Boats zipped up and down the Potomac River as airplanes descended for their landing at National Airport. Before long I looked up to see two 20-somethings ahead of me-and boy were they going slow. With a tiny smile inside I rang my bell and called out “on your left."
It's the little victories that are often the sweetest.
I savored that victory for a bit. To be honest I even started thinking about how I could fit it into my blog later in the day.
Too bad the feeling didn't last. Just after I rounded the corner past the airport runway I watched those same two gals pedal by. And if that isn't bad enough, they didn't even bother to give a warning they were about to pass.