Rebecca Abernathy is a 10-year Ride for the Feast participant. She was a crew member for the first RFTF in 2003 and continued as Crew until she first rode in 2006. Rebecca has continued to ride the past 7-years as a very proud member of Team Atomic. Rebecca is passionate about Moveable Feast's mission and currently sits on our Board of Directors.
The first ever Ride for the Feast - 2003, Crew
Waking up Sunday morning and realizing there was no coffee--anywhere--and wondering what we were going to do once all those riders woke up and realized it, too.
Completing my first century was amazing, of course, but what I most remember about this year was quitting on the second day. After riding two miles into a headwind and up four miles of hills, taking six hits off the asthma inhaler, and getting a flat tire, I knew I had nothing left in me. The moment I accepted that fact, I started sobbing. I tried to choke it back long enough to ride up next to my teammate Joey to tell him I was going to sag. Before I could say anything, he said, "Hey, doing ok?" With tears pouring down my face, I shook my head "no," at which point he said "Alright, then we gotta have a singalong" and launched into a screaming version of Twisted Sister's "We're Not Gonna Take It." That got me another mile and a half.
Feeling so confident in my riding ability that I decided to join a bike tour of the Oregon Coast Range Mountains. The sixth day of the tour started with a 6-mile near-vertical climb to the summit, followed by an 8-mile non-stop downhill. Unexpectedly, it was on the downhill--not the uphill--that I burst into tears. It happened as I realized that I had given myself the gift of this beautiful place, that it was a reward for a tough year, that a stunning downhill is something you get when you've survived a really gnarly uphill. I was grateful to be wearing a RFTF tee shirt in this moment, because it never would have been possible without the love and support of my RFTF family.
Every year since I started riding
Getting up in the middle of the night to pee, catching my reflection in the mirror in the locker room, and thinking, "damn, my ass looks great."