|Not my bike but I wish it was!|
Props to the unknown taker of this awesome photo.
A lot has happened for me this summer. I would like to say I am older and wiser. I know I accomplished the older part but wiser? Maybe. Maybe not. I have not had much sleep due to insomnia for the last four days. Yesterday, I had a long ride planned but after little sleep, workouts that were harder than intended the previous couple days and not quickly and fully refueling the day before, I was wrecked. I took a nap, drank lots of water, ate quality food, and nothing. I felt like death warmed over in an oven. I emailed Brian that I wanted the day off. He applauded my decision. (He wrote 'golf clap' in parenthesis.)
|Yeah, funny that.|
But good judgement makes me uncomfortable, soooo..... I did this next:
Not to rest on the laurels of good decision making, I resumed my campaign to get permission to do the bike leg of the Austin 70.3 relay. After such a disappointing season, I thought it would be fun. A couple members of one of the tri clubs I am involved with were thrilled to pick up the swim and run legs. But Coach Brain had balked at it. And by balked, I mean shut the idea down instantly. I began a campaign of whining through a barrage of emails that would have made any spam bot jealous until I finally wore him down and he grudgingly granted me permission to ride. The email that finally slew the giant included this image, though I fully admit it probably applies far more directly to myself than to him.
|Whose stubborn? |
Ran into an old co-worker on this trip and we commented on how far we had both come.
She said "I remember you as being stubborn."
I laughed and said "well that hasn't changed!"
I am a little too tired to celebrate my victory beyond saying:
kidding. don't change your mind.
|Poor Coach Brain.|
I have to admit that while I did not find the prospect of racing 56 miles the least bit daunting, his concern makes me wonder what I am not considering. I'm not immune to the fact that he's almost always right... about everything. And I pushed for my way on this like a bull trying to get to grass in the next pasture. I also know that his agreement was grudging at best and that if I can't hold it together, I am quite sure he will shut the whole plan down. You know... I trust him and in spite of my relentless assault on his inbox, if he had stood his ground, I would have listened. Now you can ask anyone who has known me for the length of my stay on this planet, that few people garner that level of ob.... obed.... I can't write that word so just fill in the blank. (I hope they paramedics that I sent to my mother's house to revive her after reading this paragraph got there and she is feeling better.)
|Hook 'em! |
Just let me get out of the way first, mkay buddy?