The Lone Ranger

 
 
Have you ever wanted something so bad, so terribly bad, that it breaks your heart in two?  I’m not talking about someone of the opposite sex or a dream job.  I’m not even talking about something material, like a car.  What I’m referring to is much deeper…raw even.  Have you ever worked so hard to get “somewhere” and feel you’ve failed miserably? 
 
I finally rode my mtb for the second time since CX season started.  I’ve dropped the ball on keeping up with my 3x a week mtn rides.  Cross has taken over my life, but I should have been giving myself at least one day a week to train on the 29er.
 
Anyway, I was excited to ride with my friends, but my excitement soon turned into dry heaving…soon followed by the rush of disappointment.
 
Cue heartbreak now.
 
In my defense, I’ve been considered a “cyclist” since July of this year.  I don’t even count my first road bike in 2006 nor my two sucky-ass DH seasons in California.  I’ve been consistently riding since July.  5 months.  You can’t even fully develop a newborn in some chick’s uterus in 5 months.  Does that make me feel any better…not really.
 
The fire of competition in my soul is so hot it burns even me.  I don’t know where I got this blessing/curse, but I can remember being so upset about losing a basketball or volleyball game in HS that it made me cry.  Furious crying resembles break-up crying.  Break-up crying is just ugly.  It’s pretty awful to watch.  Thank God no one has that shit on video.
 
I spent most of my mtb ride busting ass to catch up to my friends.  So much ass busting that I had to pull over and dry heave.  My heart rate never got above 160, which blew my mind because I felt hellaciously awful.  The downhills were fun…they always are.  My technical skills don’t suck so much, but my motor can’t keep up.
 
I’m admitting to the world that I spent the entire drive home crying my eyes out.  I don’t know if it was the stress from not sleeping all week, work stress or bike stress.  Most likely a combination of all three.  Shit.  I’m cougar-aged and a mtb ride made me cry.  WTF.
 
I need to remember how this feels when I don’t feel like training.  Sucking sucks.  Heartbreak sucks.  Why do you think I have been single for so long?  I’ll sacrifice loneliness to save my heart from getting crushed, but I refuse to sacrifice my cycling goals for the same.  I just have to press forward and let this be a building block for future endeavors.  I will survive.  I will overcome.  I can’t be slow forever…I hope I’m right about this one.
 
On the bright side, I climbed a bunch of crap I’ve not been able to on previous rides.  While slow, I managed to ride ’em out…no stopping…no hike-a-bike.  Ok, so I had to hike my bike after the near-vomiting…whatev.  50 yards of hiking isn’t bad considering I was hiking nearly 80% of all mtb climbs in August.
 
My legs are trashed, my emotions are worn out and my heart is on the mend.  Today was another “training ride” that I will come to appreciate when I have a cycling breakthrough.  And there WILL be a breakthrough.  I’ve been crushin’ pedals too hard to become a failure. 
 
“The only failures are those too afraid to tow the line.”

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