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Aug. 25th, 2004 07:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ninevirtuesLast night was an ACE day. After ten weeks of not racing, I was dropped and lapped in my crit. In fact, I was lapped multiple times, and all I could do about it was cuss.
At minute 12 of a 30 minute crit, I said to my legs, "Go!" and I distinctly felt them roll over, belch loudly, and happily say, "PIE!"
Translation: Ya make us sit around for ten weeks, eat badly, stress a lot, make us do 500 diesel miles in one week, and THEN you want to go fast? Uh, rewind to the RAGBRAI part about the pie, please. We liked that better."
So. I had plenty of time for self-recrimination while I was being lapped, and yeah, I used it to cuss myself out.
Then my mental voice of calm and reason kicked in. "Hey, you! Remember that part about wanting to pass your classes? You know, the big life goals? You did that. And remember that part about wanting specific grades? Well, you did that too. And RAGBRAI, you know, can I really ride 500 miles in one week, all that?
Listen, Poptart (it continued). You achieved the big goals and made the right choices to get there. You surveyed your options at the time and chose the best available one. You are NOT allowed to beat yourself up over a thirty minute podunk crit in East Nowheresville. You ARE allowed to get back on the wagon, hit the gym, and do exactly what your coach tells you to do, so that you get leg speed back in time for cyclocross season. Got that, poptart?"
When my own personal voice of calm and reason sarcastically calls me "Poptart", I know I am being foolish. Or I'm hungry. ;-) In any case, it was right. Back to the gym.
At minute 12 of a 30 minute crit, I said to my legs, "Go!" and I distinctly felt them roll over, belch loudly, and happily say, "PIE!"
Translation: Ya make us sit around for ten weeks, eat badly, stress a lot, make us do 500 diesel miles in one week, and THEN you want to go fast? Uh, rewind to the RAGBRAI part about the pie, please. We liked that better."
So. I had plenty of time for self-recrimination while I was being lapped, and yeah, I used it to cuss myself out.
Then my mental voice of calm and reason kicked in. "Hey, you! Remember that part about wanting to pass your classes? You know, the big life goals? You did that. And remember that part about wanting specific grades? Well, you did that too. And RAGBRAI, you know, can I really ride 500 miles in one week, all that?
Listen, Poptart (it continued). You achieved the big goals and made the right choices to get there. You surveyed your options at the time and chose the best available one. You are NOT allowed to beat yourself up over a thirty minute podunk crit in East Nowheresville. You ARE allowed to get back on the wagon, hit the gym, and do exactly what your coach tells you to do, so that you get leg speed back in time for cyclocross season. Got that, poptart?"
When my own personal voice of calm and reason sarcastically calls me "Poptart", I know I am being foolish. Or I'm hungry. ;-) In any case, it was right. Back to the gym.
