Great start, ehh?
After re-reading last year’s Feats of Strength, I am smacked in the face with just how spectacularly different this year was.
I raced MTB this year. Marathon races. What can I say here…?
If there was ever a way to feel complete zen and pain and badass all at once, marathon races were it for me.
3+ hours of dirt, sweat, pain, snot, and saddle sex while people cheer and spray you with Super Soakers. Hmmmm…
Oh my dog! I had such a blast!
MTB racing used to intimidate the hell out of me. Hell, riding a mountain bike in general with its different fit and weird tires just flat out freaked me out. That is why you would see my crazy ass on my cx bike on trails it allegedly did not belong.
First off…cx bikes belong EVERYWHERRRRRRRRE!
OK, perhaps they do not belong on a ski lift for that extreme downhilling thing that some folks are into, but in my world we do not shun the cx bike.
That said, I had the honor of riding the Specialized Epic Marathon 29er for Mesa Cycles this year and on that bike, aka “The Sickness”, I found my inner kid in a different way than with cx.
I found a kid that I never was and frankly didn’t know existed.
The wild child party girl that I am during cx season was replaced with a calm, quiet, giggly mess of a girl.
It was all very bizarre and I have no idea what to say about it.
MTB was not on my list of grievances, but after landing on the podium my last race of the season, the day after doing a mock sprint triathlon*, I was pretty effing stoked and consider that fear conquered.
(Always save the bike, people!)
*A group of us had signed up for a sprint tri to do with The Sass and it was canceled due to storms. Two of us did the distances anyway indoors at Lifetime Fitness…whom I would also like to thank for not looking at us like we were fugging nuts considering we still had our numbers written on our arms. That was awesome.
I guess that also means I wrestled my issues with triathlons to the ground too. It was the swimming, frankly. I was really not a fan when I looked at the sport as a whole. The Sass however wants to do them and she is a fantastic swimmer…and giggles a lot when doing it. That’s weird, I know…but she’s a giggler and I like to be around that.
Don’t get me wrong, triathletes on bikes still freak me right the fuck out because…well…TURNS!
And also don’t get me wrong that I will forever (FOREVER) make fun of anyone on a group ride in their aero bars because, seriously? SERIOUSLY?? You folks are wrecky!
But I have conquered my issues with “the swim”; the stupid suit, the cap, the goggles, and how my hips look when doing all of that. I am now relaxed and actually enjoy the swim, so one less thing to stress about. Heh.
I have wrestled a few other things from the list too. The main one being that I have learned to let people go. Just let them go. You don’t need to kick their ass, just let them go. If they are dead set on being a tool/jerk/douche/bitch/maniac/stalker, let them. Those are their issue(s); not yours. You have to ask yourself what value they have on your life and conquer your fear of them not being there. Sure, conquering your anger and fear may give you the sads for a while, but if you sit back and breathe, you may see a lot of things that you were missing before…like peace. This year, I wrestled chaos to the ground and kicked its ass…because it’s really about the chaos and not the people. To this day, I still love the people I let go this year, but not their chaos.
OK, perhaps I have not entirely kicked chaos’ ass, but I have called it out and am giving it the silent treatment with a raised eyebrow and it knows (KNOWS) that I am on to its little game.
I was about to say that I have not wrestled cancer to ground and kicked its evil ass…but the fact that I am here typing this blog means that I actually did. I have to remember that. Twelve years, baby. <- BAM!
[shakes place where titties used to be]
Well, there you have it. After a colorful year of c*nts, chaos, and cancer, I am still kickin’.
I wish I could say I have no regrets from this year, but I do. I am writing each one down and lighting them on fire on New Years Eave so I can let them go. I wish the same for anyone reading this.
Peace and dirt.