There is the parents, puffing and blowing, with the kids, red faced but they won't slow down, they got THIS far.
There is the ones that are obviously in zen mode, eyes happy, one pedal stroke at a time, they will get there when they get there.
But there is one person that fasinates me. (I am writing this ahead, so I will let you know if she is there this year, later.) She is not a thin gal. If she was a runner, she'd be called a Clydesdale. She has been in the race every year I have helped. She is obviously working at it, and is usually near the last, even if she starts early. But, every year, she smiles and waves as she goes by, and says, "I am making it! I am STILL GOING!" (Usually says it on the way back, but with a much redder face and a bit of puffing.) She isn't an athlete in the normal sense of the word. She will probably never get first place. But she always works at it, she always looks happy to try, and she always finishes, looking as pleased as if she'd won gold at the Olympics. This attitude is contagious.
I want to be just like her!
I am STILL GOING!!