I'll never forget my dad pulling me from a skating competition. I was 10 years old and I had starting slacking at practices. The night before a meet my dad told me I wasn't competing. "Start practicing more and I'll let you enter the next one", he told me in his to the point, no nonsense, don't argue with me fashion. It was a good lesson. One that made me a better competitor and made me not just try my best on game day, but in practices too.
Yesterday I raced provincials. I was nowhere close to ready. Rides since I've felt better have been completely unstructured and I knew I was slow. But, I needed to get back out there. I needed to feel what it was like to feel like a hero for 30 minutes and like death for an hour. I needed the feeling of digging deeper for any amount of energy you have left to finish the race. So, I broke the rule that has governed my competitive life since childhood, I swallowed my pride knowing that I would not be a contender. I lost the race in a spectacular fashion. But, it felt so good to be back.
Big thanks to all the spectators cheering for me, even though the next girl was 10 minutes ahead of me. I even had some cheers from my fellow racers while out on the course. You guys rock! Thanks for welcoming me back in such a warm fashion. Standing in the start pen with you felt like coming home. And lastly, an enormous Thank You to Caleb for the perfect feed.
I have two racing friends that were also out this year. I hope you are better soon and back out there. We miss you!
slower than in races past on the uphills
at least going down is just as fast :)
Great job Tammy. Looking forward to riding and racing with you next year!
ReplyDeleteThanks Robin! I'm looking forward to it too!
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