When I started thinking about this title it boiled down to the two above.
8:52:57 is the number of hours:minutes:seconds it took to bike 95 miles.
And 5 by 5 describes how I felt after that ride yesterday. I've been back on a sci fi kick lately so 5 by 5 came to mind from my Buffy watching days. Faith used to say it and it basically meant 'all's good'
And that's basically how I felt at the end of the ride. I felt like I could keep going and be fine.
Maybe there's something to be said about the battery dying on my odometer at some random point in the ride so I wasnt focused on that, or the evil word-of-the-day: chipseal
But in the end, it was 5 by 5. Now to be realistic my middles are never perfect.
I whine and moan and want to quit after 50ish miles.
And Tanya ignores me.
And I keep pedaling.
And then I feel fine, I get my eff it surge/second wind/gift from God and 95 miles happens.
I still don't kinda believe it.
Because I remember where I was at this point last year. To say the least, I hated it all. More specifically, I hated starting something I couldnt finish. One of the most poignant yet simple things one of my old boss said to me is that back in the day (yes, paraphrased that part) a lawyers word was their bond. Clearly she was a lawyer and I'm not, but I've always lived and wanted to live by that. Simply put - I don't agree to do things I don't intend to do. Many people agreed to do stuff nonchalantly and then flake, but I've never been that type of person, so I deliberate hardcore before I agree to do things.
Last year I signed up for Honolulu and coming up to this point of the season, I was so disappointed in myself because I knew it was going to take sheer luck and adrenaline to get to the 100 finish. And I didn't have it in me. I sagged out a many ride last summer, and each time I was so pissed at myself it brought me to tears a lot of times, sitting in that sag car.
And then this summer. No-SAG 2012. And only 4 missed training rides, two being for yasi's wedding, one for my bday, and one for the hell of it but I felt insanely guilty. It's just a different ballgame.
I need to get back into spin class the next couple of weeks.102 122 miles of fun, 19 days away.
Right after I stay up all night watching this Buffy marathon.
8:52:57 is the number of hours:minutes:seconds it took to bike 95 miles.
And 5 by 5 describes how I felt after that ride yesterday. I've been back on a sci fi kick lately so 5 by 5 came to mind from my Buffy watching days. Faith used to say it and it basically meant 'all's good'
Maybe there's something to be said about the battery dying on my odometer at some random point in the ride so I wasnt focused on that, or the evil word-of-the-day: chipseal
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| Would've been a much prettier pic had not not gotten most of that evil road in the shot. Ah well |
But in the end, it was 5 by 5. Now to be realistic my middles are never perfect.
I whine and moan and want to quit after 50ish miles.
And Tanya ignores me.
And I keep pedaling.
And then I feel fine, I get my eff it surge/second wind/gift from God and 95 miles happens.
I still don't kinda believe it.
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| Right off of stage right: Hunter attempting to shoot doves....the symbol of peace.Cray |
Because I remember where I was at this point last year. To say the least, I hated it all. More specifically, I hated starting something I couldnt finish. One of the most poignant yet simple things one of my old boss said to me is that back in the day (yes, paraphrased that part) a lawyers word was their bond. Clearly she was a lawyer and I'm not, but I've always lived and wanted to live by that. Simply put - I don't agree to do things I don't intend to do. Many people agreed to do stuff nonchalantly and then flake, but I've never been that type of person, so I deliberate hardcore before I agree to do things.
Last year I signed up for Honolulu and coming up to this point of the season, I was so disappointed in myself because I knew it was going to take sheer luck and adrenaline to get to the 100 finish. And I didn't have it in me. I sagged out a many ride last summer, and each time I was so pissed at myself it brought me to tears a lot of times, sitting in that sag car.
And then this summer. No-SAG 2012. And only 4 missed training rides, two being for yasi's wedding, one for my bday, and one for the hell of it but I felt insanely guilty. It's just a different ballgame.
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| Also a different ballgame and much more painful...sigh |
I need to get back into spin class the next couple of weeks.
Right after I stay up all night watching this Buffy marathon.