It’s strange to not have a cycling goal to work towards in my life. For almost the past 2 years there was constantly another challenge that I was pushing forward towards. Now? There’s nothing… And that’s kinda how it feels at the moment. Like nothing.
True, there’s really nothing that I need to make me want to get on my bike. Riding is like breathing to me, I would most definitely die if I didn’t ride. While I realize that statement seems a little extreme, it’s kinda how I feel.
So, I find myself sitting in a hotel room in Washington DC thinking about the fact that right now I should really be fighting with my bed in Gainesville so that it will free me so that I could get up and ride. Instead, I’m sitting here pondering my latest life challenge that is completely un-cycling related.
The same way that I am passionate about cycling, my brother is passionate about doing Tough Mudders. I mean, the guy tore an Achilles’ tendon while living in India, rehabbed it, and then trained to do a Tough Mudder for 8 months when he moved back to the U.S. He did it and then he was hooked. He told me that he wanted to do a “sibling” Mudder to which I agreed half-heartedly (I always wanted to do a Tough Mudder but cycling was my thing then, I didn’t want to run anywhere). He had all kinds of plans to do tons more and then, in the true nature that is our precarious relationship with the universe and injury combined, he tore his OTHER Achilles’ tendon last summer. I talked to him the same day and he sounded pitiful. I already knew what was going to happen… And happen it did. I promised to do a Tough Mudder with him as his Christmas gift.
So here I sit, staring at the Potomac River and Georgetown across it pondering our sibling Tough Mudder in two days and wondering what the hell is wrong with me. I constantly dream of making my body ride a bike 100+ miles up some gorgeous mountain where I will have incredible views and adversities that I’ve overcome to write about. Instead, on Saturday, I will be forcing myself to jump into ice water, to be electrocuted, to be teargassed (really, wtf?), to be caked in mud, to do other ridiculous obstacles, and even to RUN (a lot)! Just as in cycling, I don’t like to know the truth about what’s coming. But, also as my coach loves to tell me the truth, so does my brother. (That’s how I found out about being teargassed!) I’ve looked at the map but tried not to study what obstacles we’ll be doing because, honestly, I do better with convincing myself to go forward when I have no clue what’s around the bend.
So, my nothing has become something. Not quite the something I had planned for but a something nonetheless. Now all I can do is bide my time until Saturday, take in some sites in this beautiful city, and pray that I make it through the Tough Mudder with all my body parts attached and unbroken.
Here’s to great ideas and super ridiculous Christmas presents!! Who knows… Maybe I’ll end up wanting to be a Mudder Legionnaire!! After all, I clearly enjoy torturing myself…
So glad I stumbled across your blog! I just completed my first Tough Mudder last weekend and loved it. I was also nervous, but ended up being such a worthwhile experience.
P.S. – I am going to blog about it next week, I’ll be sure to check back and see if you do to compare experiences
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I hope I feel the same and am all in one piece when it’s over!! Lol!! Can’t wait to read your blog!!
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“..and wondering what the hell is wrong with me.” Haha! You’ll do great! You finished that bicycle race from hell, so this should be no problem. Can’t wait to hear how it goes!
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I hope you’re right!! If you haven’t seen me make a post within a week… Call the authorities to go find me!! Lol
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Will do! “You can’t miss her. She’s the one who wants to trade in her feet for a bicycle.”
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Yesssssss!!
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Oh my, that sounds insane! There is teargas, seriously? I think you take sibling ties a little too far, haha š
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Haha! Yes… Seriously, tear gas. What can I say? I’m the best sister, EVER. Lol
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You really are! I make my brothers cookies and call it good.
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Make me cookies too!! šš
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I will send you a batch…after you are electrocuted and teargased. They may bring you back from the brink to a semi-human state š
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Yesssssss!! I can’t wait!!!!
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I have a reason to live now!! š
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LOL, I am very glad!
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