IT WAS AN 'A' RACE. I'd planned it for months, years actually. Racing Marathon Nats was, and still is, something I've always wanted to do...
... then why was I depressed?
From the moment I paid for the AirBNB and race registration, a dark cloud blocked my normally sunny disposition.
Something wasn't right,
and I knew it.
Once I made the decision to cancel,
the cloud lifted.
Because I was forcing it. (see below)
Truth be told,
the timing was not good,
the travel and time away daunting.
On top of that, there are other pressing issues that are significantly more important in my personal life that I want to care for.
Was I afraid to race Tinker Juarez and the rest of the ageless studs who line up?
Were the challenges of racing over roots and ruts vs rocks and dust too much?
Did the prospect of not overcoming a cold in time concern me?
I love that stuff.
Give me the best, most difficult...
... so I can be schooled!
So, what now?
It's early September,
a third of the year is left to play...
... and I'm in great shape.
Nothing is next.
The whole point of racing is...
... being in great shape, for life.
A note about Forcing It. One of my many grandfathers (bonus of divorced parents) taught me something. He was a gentle and kind human, who was also a lion in business.
The crescent wrench I was cranking on had slipped and started to strip a bolt.
Todd, don't force it.
But, I want it off (my bike wheel).
Well, step back. Get the right tool. Be smooth and gradual with your effort, and the bolt should loosen right up... might need a little WD-40.
1 Rip On RaceDay Circuit + more pull ups and push ups
20 minutes recovery
60 minutes reading + Journaling