Tour de donut: The Conclusion

Who attends a Donut Race?? I thought it would draw a larger crowd (pun intended) because of the love for donuts. So I thought a race against a bunch of overweight people would be a cinch. Right?? Well my high hopes of first prize quickly dissipated as soon as I got to the race and saw everyone with their thousand dollar bikes and spandex outfits. You have to be pretty serious about biking to take the time to stretch into spandex. I instantly realized I wasn't up against the fellow that had eaten one too many donuts for this pant size but I was going head to head with Lance Armstrong. This didn't completely crush my spirits though. Like Martin Luther I had a dream and it was 21 miles away with about 300 bikes in my way and I was determined to come out on top. The excitement in the air was electrifying and everyone was anxious to start the race. The gun sounded catching me off guard as I was still trying to pump up the tires of my dilapidated mountain bike. I quickly stopped pumping and mounted my 2 wheel stead to start the first lap. During the first lap I raced with the fury of Seabiscuit and had enough mustard to stay up with the pack and found myself in 16th place. However keeping that pace took everything I had and so when I got to the first donut round the mere sight of them almost had me blowing chunks. After racing as hard as I could for 7 miles a donut is not the first thing I wanted to see. It was then that I sadly realized that I wasn't in this race to win but to somehow finish. But even sadder was the thought that maybe I didn't enjoy donuts as much as I thought. I began to seriously doubt I'd ever finish the race but instead be found lying on the side of the road in a pile of donut crumbs. All these thoughts swam in my head as I struggled to eat one donut that would deduct 3 mintues off my time. "Trav, your wasting more time eating. Just get going", Devin's logical resoning broke the conversation in my head. I guess he could see I wasn't getting anywhere fast by staring at the glazed goodness in my hand. I got back on my bike and made decision to take it easy and enjoy the race.

Well needless to say the next two laps were much easier but I saw my Lutherian dream pass as I watched kids and those individuals who really did love deep fried foods whiz by on their bikes. About an hour and thirty minutes after the race began I crossed the finish line with 5 donuts in the tank and happy to have completed the race. I was nowhere near the first biker who finished in 38 minutes or beat the record of eating 25 donuts but it was a fun experience.