
It’s been over six weeks since I’ve been out to Serenity Knolls to attend
Partners in Recovery, and it felt great to be back where my own recovery from living with an alcoholic began over a year ago, although I didn't know it then. It’s hard to describe why it’s so important to keep going back there, but it has to do with reminding myself of where I’ve been, and how far I’ve come back to being me. It’s also a reminder that recovery is a process that never really ends as long as you're committed to yourself, which I am. Today was another strong reminder of that for me.
Today I was reminded about how dangerous expectations are in any relationship, and not just one with an alcoholic. As soon as there are expectations, then someone is going to be let down, and hard. Having no expectations is a difficult concept for those that haven’t been through living with an alcoholic, or for those without the tools that you receive through Al-anon, or other sources. I now see expectations as being very, very dangerous for anyone that sets them, or receives them.
It was supposed to be a beautiful sunny day today, well, that’s what the forecasters published as of yesterday morning. I had spoken with two of my friends, who also attend Partners in Recovery; we were planning to ride out to Point Reyes after today's meeting. I was really looking forward to it, but alas the weather changed, and instead of the sun being out, the rains came. I had to switch my plans of riding my road bike out to the Knolls, and instead I rode my heaviest mountain bike. It's the first time that I've ridden a mountain bike out to the Knolls, but really I had no other choice.
I pulled my mountain bike out of the rack and got it readied for the long ride. I thought that it would be a cool idea to ride on the road out to the Knolls, and then to ride home via the Bolinas Ridge fire road, and then over Mount Tamalpais.
Yeah, right!
I was told to be careful, and to ride safely, by several of my friends at the Knolls. I was a bit nervous as I was leaving because the rains had started to be heavy and the temperatures were getting pretty cold (mid 40’s I’d guess). I left the facility and headed down to Sir Francis Drake Blvd. where I turned right and rode towards Samuel P. Taylor State Park.

I hadn’t been through the park on a mountain bike in years, so it was kind of fun. I used the Cross Marin Trail that runs along the side of San Geronimo Creek. I came out at the bridge where I hopped back onto Sir Francis Drake Blvd. and began the long climb up to the top of Olema Grade.
I reached the Bolinas Ridge trailhead and then lifted my 28 pound mountain bike over the fence where I remounted my steed and headed towards home. I was some 18 miles away and still needed to ride over the top of Mount Tamalpais. Within 100 yards I had already hit bogged mud, but I pedaled through it anyway in hope that it would get better as I climbed. I rode up the first hill, and then I encountered more of the same bogged mud on the next. I had a backpack filled with clothes, some wet from the morning’s ride, and some wet from being rained on, so it weighed a good 20+ lbs. Between the total weight of my "gear," and the bogged mud, my bike was going nowhere fast, no matter how hard that I could pedal. My back tire just spinned in the mud!
At the top of the third hill I realized that there was no way in the world that I could actually make it back to Mill Valley in these conditions. So I reluctantly turned back, knowing full well that there were some 24 miles to ride home. That's a long way to go on a heavy, and overlaiden, full suspension mountain bike.

I made it back home, but there were a few times when my legs, arms, and hands, were extremely cold, and they started to rebel against me. Whose body parts wouldn’t? I’ve been abusing mine regularly through my daily rides, and the winter weather hasn’t helped the situation.
I made it back home after riding for just shy of four hours in the rain and cold, and with more weight on my back than I'd ever want to carry again. My hands and feet are still warming up some two hours later.
In the end, I’m still happy that I did the ride, and that I went to the Knolls using pedal power, and not under my car's power. I got to see my friends, and that was great. I participated in the meeting, and I listened carefully to everyone’s stories, and they’re all important pieces to my own recovery process.
Early in my recovery I listended to this Pearl Jam song dozens of times. I was still hopeful back then that through recovery my marriage would be saved. I was wrong, but the song is still a great one. It's important to remember where you've been. Required listening, and viewing:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jVviMkvxcKU (Eddie Vetter and Neil Young)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZaNoeoyckSQ
I now ride the Long Road. Goodnight!
Distance: 48.02 miles
Calories burned: 3,929
Time: 3:53:40 hours
Elevation gain: 4,163 ft
Garmin Connect ride details: http://connect.garmin.com/activity/23156982