THE FIRST TIME I WAS DROPPED WAS THE WORST. It was like my soul had been ripped out. I wasn't out of breath, I was out of life. How would I ever get over the...
... heartache of being dropped by the lovely and beautiful Tracy, receiver of my first real kiss?
The second scarring drop was by the great Matt Ohran.
I was much more mature at this point, a college man. He was a young high school punk.
I was on my first road bike. He was on his third or fourth.
I was taller. He was...
... a helluvalot stronger and just road away from me up Provo canyon.
Funny thing is, getting dropped still stinketh. Still hurts...
... and that's what makes it so damn enjoyable.
Because it's soulsucking and humbling and occasionally even enraging it motivates the crud outta me. Makes me want to be a better athlete. Eat better. Rest better. I'd say love better, too... but this is a family show.
So, what does getting dropped mean?
It means I suck, and I can and will do better.
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