National Senior Games in Minneapolis, Minnesota. As fart as I know, I am the only current soldier participating in the games: the minimum age to participate is 50.
I rode the course yesterday with my daughter Lisa. My sons and I are staying with Lisa in Minneapolis where she is in grad school.
She is at her office now, but will be at the race with my sons. Because participants FAR outnumber spectators at amateur bicycle races, I will most likely have the biggest cheering section at the game and the loudest. Some of the riders will have a spouse on the sidelines, but they won't be yelling like my kids.
Yesterday when Lisa and I rode the course, we were talking about the corners, the other riders, where the attacks might come, how strange races are when there are no teams, and all of the specifics that are the conversation of racers. Lisa raced bicycles form age 4 to 14 and was racing with women when she switched to cross country from bicycling. Even ten years after her last race, she talks about racing and racing culture like she is still in the peleton. Former players are the best fans.
Time to go and warm up.