Wow – Team Lick has embraced town line sprints with a vengeance, or at least a few guys. On Friday Tom jumped on the one at the end of his street, then Steve remembered a pair on the same street. I got one in before Steve jumped and grabbed the line at the entrance to Harvard. As we rolled down Oak Hill, George sped up so I stuck on his wheel, knowing there was a line just after the Rt. 2 bridge. Tom watched us chat and sprinted downhill, well over a 1/4 mile ahead of the boundary. I took off after him, but couldn’t close the gap. When I looked at my heart rate, it was the highest in several years and we were still descending. I sat up and Tom took the well earned first. Guess I am always the bridesmaid, and never the bride.
Most of these sprints are won by memorization, a few by guile and trickery, and occasionally they are contested outright. Anyone trying is getting in that extra training, and bringing a few laughs to us all. Below is a photo of our team at the bottom of Oak Hill in Littleton.