I’m taking advantage of this weak moment so I can delight in my accomplishments in the future.
Right now it’s dark. I’m in a deep hole of pity. I’m pouting.
“Brush it off!”
“Don’t be so hard on yourself.”
Blah blah blah blah. Kiss my butt.
Every day on the bike isn’t awesome. You don’t always have a breakthrough moment worth blogging about. Sometimes you suck. Sometimes you crash. Sometimes you do both. In this very moment I’m furious. I’m tired of being hurt. I’m tired of being covered in cuts and bruises with swollen body parts. I’m tired of sucking. The only way to get better is to ride. I spent most of my morning hiking my bike and being a little bitch.
This morning I tried riding Warriors again. I thought I was ready. I thought I could handle Darwins. I haven’t been on a mtb since Interbike. I think wrecking my brains out during Dirt Demo scared me a little more than I realized. I rode like a 5 year-old today. The leaves scared me. I didn’t ride a lot of stuff I normally would. I’ve actually ridden harder stuff at Dupont. Where did my mental balls go?? Has cyclocross made me soft? I could see a HUGE difference in my motor, but my skills are shit now.
This is my fault. I haven’t been riding trails. I have no one to blame but myself.
I’ll eventually get over my sour mood. I’ll eventually get back on my mtb. Hopefully I’ll stop acting like such a brat and continue with my day in a more productive manner. For now, I’m going to ice my swollen body parts and work on putting my bottom lip back where it was before I started whining.