When I came home on Friday, I found Mrs. Snob chilling in our bedroom reading a Dwell magazine. Tired from the day, I flopped down on our bed and starting fading out into a nap.
"Are you pretty tired, "Mrs Snob asked.
"Yeah, and I am in that pre-race state of mind where I've decided I suck."
"That's always fun."
I passed on commenting further, then, as I image many people do, we starting ticking off little aspects of our day and I finished up with, "Oh, and I ordered my new gloves."
"You did? Good for you."
"What do you mean, 'good for me?'"
"Well, sometimes when you get into that zone, you have a hard time getting anything done."
"You mean when I think I suck?"
"Yes."
"Yeah, it's a real 'Pre-Race Fun-Zone.'"
With that, I've actually found a much more relaxed state of mind over the weekend. I'm still fat and in dire need of a haircut, but I wouldn't quite say that I suck.
At least, not right now...
Sunday, July 27, 2008
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4 comments:
Whatever dude, you don't need a haircut! Ha!
After riding with you this week, I'd say you're ready for 9 mile. You're fitness is excellent, you've got some recent rocky singletrack racing/riding under your belt, you've got excellent support, and this isn't your first time at 9 mile.
Yeah, I'd say you're quite ready.
Tear that shit up Skip.
Ullrich was a fatty and he did ok...
uh...well he was fat anyways.
Skip, saying you suck, well.....whatever dude!
Enjoy that "fun zone", I bet you'll be redefining fun shortly and I'm betting on success.
Ride on.
even if you do think you suck, at least Mrs. Snob seems to both understand and help you with it, that's gotta be good
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