The challenge of Cypress

14 08 2017

Hills are the great humbler.

The spirit may be keen to go up, but without the proper amount of training, the legs will fail you.

In this, the summer of Lapierre’s unfortunate demise, the training has been lacking.

Other factors have come into play as well: a new job that involves a longer commute and a less ride-friendly schedule; more responsibility around the condo; more family time.

My mileage is down. There was no 1000 km July, because I’ve no holiday time to expend. There have been fewer opportunities for 100 km rides. An extended stretch of hot weather sapped the will to climb.

But when the opportunity to sign up for the Cypress Challenge for a third consecutive year came around, I didn’t hesitate.

It’s a simple enough ride; gather at the base of Cypress Mountain, ride 12 km to the top, and all proceeds go to help researchers find a cause and better treatment for pancreatic cancer, the disease that claimed my father 13 years ago.

This year, the FRF sent a contingent of six riders, departing from New West at 6:15 a.m. to make the 9 a.m. start. Round trip, it’s about a 105 km day, with about 1400 metres of climbing.

Here’s how it went down on a cool, damp morning, as told through a series of live tweets from the road:

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