Showing posts with label deep thoughts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label deep thoughts. Show all posts

Sunday, November 4, 2012

at the end of the day....

2:42 AM Posted by brit No comments
we just have fundamentally different beliefs...

because if you had to deal with the pressure of being me,
the overwhelming belief by society that you're just some lazy hoodrat,
that you're just another slut, baby mama, whore,
that you're lazy, unintelligent,undeserving,
that  you grew up in the hood so you'll never amount to anything,
that you grew up in a single parent home so you'll never amount to anything,
that society and the stereotypes think the worst of you (but the best of your asian friends, your white friends and all other minority friends, except muslim or latino)

that you had to grow up remembering:
that time your car was egged and people yelled racial slurs at you in pasadena, because you were driving through the last known kkk hq in houston
everytime some little old white lady has clutched her purse in fear when you're the only person on the elevator
the first time driving alone being pulled over for no reason (still have a no speeding ticket, spotless record)
the first time youve been stolen from, or rather everytime your house has been broken into (5)

that the more you 'act white' i.e. the more you:
study & make good grades
don't use slang
listen to music other than r&b and rap
exercise (god forbid cycling or running)
aspire to be something better than what you came from
the more you're ridiculed and alienated.

because if you had to deal with that pressure.
that feeling of being alone and misunderstood by everyone.
every.single.day.
you couldn't think the worst of people.
because if you did, you'd be beyond fucked up and broken down.
you would be paranoid and angry your entire life

so I can't be that person. 

I have to believe that that little old lady has some personal experience that makes her afraid of me and not some blanket assumption about black people.

I have to believe that there was a reason other than driving while black that i've been pulled over, despite my perfect, ticketless record and up to date insurance and car tags.  I have to believe that I've been made to get out of my car and embarrassed on the street (and probably let off pretty easy because my wallet was in my backpack full of books in college) because someone with a description really similar to me just committed a crime, not simply because I'm a minority.

I have to believe that those people ridiculing me for 'acting white' are just ignorant and dont know any better, and I should feel sorry of their small world view instead of angry that once again, I'm being made fun of for being smart.

I have to believe that when some person makes a erroneous blanket statement, they are basing that on someone they personally know, and not stereotypes or media soundbytes, and I shouldn't take it personally.

I have to believe that.

Because otherwise, what's the point?

And that fundamental belief in good, though admittedly I don't always believe that, is something that will always define me. And I guess thats where we will differ. 

Too much thinking.  I'm going to sleep.

Monday, September 10, 2012

Doing Life and Whatnot

11:50 PM Posted by brit No comments
So these last couple of weeks have been a little crazy to say the least.  I'm generally a decisive, black or white screw gray kind of person, so when I decided a little over a month ago to move...you know for the first time ever, in life, I went balls to the wall with it. 

So now we're at 9/10/12.  And I've leased a duplex, which is one block from the bike trail, 4 blocks from the jogging trail, 6ish blocks from crossfit if I get all crazy and sign up for that, 9ish blocks from my yoga studio and I'll say a short drive or 4 mile bike ride to the YMCA for everything else.

Balls to the wall, yo. 

So in the midst of painting, cleaning up, buying lots o' crap and moving, I'm also finishing up the last practices for Viva Bike Vegas, working, volunteering, going to football games and generally trying to balance everything and not lose my mind. 

And more importantly, on top of that, I'm thinking what comes next?

I've been thinking ALOT about it, but it kinda popped up unexpectedly today when I happened over to bendoeslife.com.  I don't check it as often as I used to but I'm glad I did.

Ben's Book, now preordered for kindle.
Ben's Book will be released Dec 31, 2012. Which is about 4 years from when he started doing life and about a year from when I happened upon the Runners World article about him that began all of this. 

The ball began rolling for cycling long before bendoeslife, and long before the honolulu ride in 2011.  That started back in 2009 when I agreed to do my first bike ride, the Space Race with Nick and Natalie.  I was scared witless of the 20 mile route but agreed to do it.  The night before the race Nick told me he though I wasnt going to do the ride, so they signed up for 40 miles.  And I did 40 with them, on a mountain bike.  You couldnt pay me to do 40 miles on a mountain bike now.  Hell, without clipless pedals on a road bike.  I said all that to say that, as much as training for these centuries have put me outside of my element and well into uncomfortable a many times, I've always liked biking.  You pedal, pedal and repeat (ok and a million other things like shifting gears and pacing, but it all boils down to pedaling).

What comes next? It's going to be outside of my comfort zone, and really doing life.

12 days to Vegas...

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Chappell Hill Long - 65miles.

Today hurt.
Mentally.
Physically.
But more mentally
and physically will probably last through tomorrow when I'm laying in bed thinking about icing my knees or something.

Processing some of the bigger things that happened today are still ongoing, but to sum up. They hurt.  They Suck. Karma, God, Flying Spaghetti Monster, whatever has a wicked sense of humor sometimes. 

So with all that brewing, there was no way I was gonna SAG out today, but I sure did think about it a couple of times.

Last hill in million degree hear.  I swear drawn to scale. Horrendous.  Clearly I'm not an artist.
I mean it was HOT for one.  2011 summer drought hot.  My ipod overheated hot.  I'm pretty sure the hottest practice this season.  Secondly, I didn't hydrate as I have in past weeks.  I was going into this at a deficit, but determined to continue my no-SAG 2012.

So yea hills there were alot of them, otherwise I assume it'd be called Chappell Flat, and they sucked.  I mean I know I've improved over the last season, because I wouldve died out there last year.  Vultures would've been circling me the ENTIRE ride.  

Go Team!
But alas despite the heat, my ipod dying, not being as hydrated as I needed to be and a few muscle cramps, coaches Tanya and Alan were able to distract me enough from riding so that first 60 miles weren't completely awful.  The last five however, sprang up from the fiery depths of hell.  Much like Athena sprang up from Zeus' head. Depths of hell yo.

Athena from Xena: Warrior Princess. You need to be well versed in greek mythology to read my blog.  The more you know..
I was gassed.  Burned out.  Done.  At the point I'd already hit 171 on my heart rate monitor (supposed top limit for my age, 164) No longer had the ability to use my big chainring.  Just thinking about how biking is stupid and evil.  I was at the point of 100% mental, because I was beyond done physically.

It's at this point that I thought about two things:

1.  My Grandma.  Because that's why I'm doing this and fighting up a hill is nothing compared to cancer.
 2.  "It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything." -Tyler Durden, Fight Club

It's this point when you gotta dig deep, and just pedal to oblivion. And by oblivion I mean, my car and glorious A/C.  And riding in to the awesome TNT team doesnt hurt either.  They're super awesome.


 

Go Team.

And go Case Keenum and his NFL debut in a preseason game! Got to catch the end of that game.   Go Coogs!

Dear NFL Commentators.  Yes his name is Casey.  However he goes by Case.  Stop calling him Casey, that's ignorant.





Sunday, December 4, 2011

Ye Olde BenDoesLife.com

10:39 PM Posted by brit , , No comments
....so I've been reading Bendoeslife.com and that combined with my overwhelming sense of failure in the weight loss area. That said. I think it's time for me to do a 5K.

So I'm in the final stages of thinking about that... I'm giving myself a week to make a final decision.