I was recognized as Most Improved Rider at the Bicycle Club of Philadelphia annual meeting and Awards Banquet, held at the Manayunk Brewery. This was a special award the club devised in my honor. The club president cited me as (here comes that word again) "inspirational" and "proof that anyone can ride a bike if they want to." They gave me a water bott-, no, I can't even type that with a straight face. The club gave me a certificate for a $250 bike fitting at Cadence, Philadelphia's 'high end' bike shop:
I've had a bike fitting with my local shop that I think turned out well, but I don't think it will hurt to have the folks at Cadence take a break from working with racers and triathletes to look at me. I may hold off on the fitting until after I have my knees looked at - the left knee in particular seems to be getting worse, and if there's a surgical fix, even a partial one, I should investigate it.
I was flattered by the award, and although I suspected there would be something said at the banquet, I never expected the extravagant gift. I mumbled some thanks as the 125 attendees applauded. I returned the thanks by purchasing the club jersey at the end of the night. It's something I'd wanted to wear for a long time, but I always came up with excuses not to own it - I had too many jerseys, I'm not good enough/fast enough/lycra'd enough/carbon-fibered enough to ride with BCP, etc. I don't have that excuse any more.