It all started in the early Spring of 2008. I had just received an email from three lovely ladies who had attended my high school, had been in my year, and were all turning 40. To celebrate, they were going on a 100-mile bike ride in California to raise money for some medical disease association and were asking for sponsorship. My first thought was, “How noble! And impressive!” My second thought was, “But, I could never do that.” And, my third thought, following the other two in rapid succession, was, “So, what are you going to do to mark your milestone birthday? What’s so impressive about your life?”
I was stymied. Nothing I could do, no party, no purchase, no presents, could match their 100-mile ride. I was feeling paunchy, old, and weak, and not facing my impending milestone birthday with any sense of optimism, positive body image, or personal sense of accomplishment.
So, I decided to bike the Monon. It’s only 34 miles, not 100, but it was a personal milestone, a proof of concept, if you will, that it was not too late to turn my health around, get off my fanny, and DO something. So, I did it. And the next year I did it again, only this time with friends.
I have since upped the stakes. In 2009, I biked the Hilly Hundred, a feat I hope to repeat this coming Fall. But I still bike the Monon every year around my birthday, encouraging others to join me, celebrate their own personal milestones, and get off their respective fannies.
Why the Monon Trail? It is certainly not the safest, longest, or prettiest trail in Indianapolis. But it is an entity, a knowable quantity, a specific challenge with which to be proud. “You know that trail that cuts across Indianapolis? Yeah? I biked it. All of it.”
Besides, the Monon has it’s own particular charm. It truly is a cross-section of Indianapolis. On the trail, you can see young African men playing soccer at one end and younger (mostly) white boys jumping their skateboards at the other. You pass lower-income houses, warehouses, and wide-open spaces on the south end and higher-income houses, restaurants, and tree cover at the north end. You pass the State Fairgrounds, the Indiana School for the Deaf, and the Indiana School for the Blind. You see bicyclists, in-line skaters, joggers, walkers, strollers, dogs, and children. In short, you get to see Indianapolis.
So, I encourage anyone and everyone to come join me and help me celebrate milestones, yours and mine. Bike as far as you can, drop out whenever you need to. But, trust me, if you can do the whole trail, it definitely is worth it. Besides, I always celebrate after the ride at the Broadripple Brew Pub, usually around 4pm for an early dinner and multiple microbrews. Sorry, you’re on the hook for your own meal, but if I am feeling particularly generous...I might buy a beer for someone riding the full Monon for the first time.
But only after you've fully rehydrated, of course. This is August in Indiana, after all.