Distracted by Triathlon

This was the summer I was going to learn how to race downhill. Got my gear, got my bike, got my practice trail all ready to go. Then I did Wildflower. I forgot how much fun I have doing triathlon. Fun in a painful, exhausting, think I might puke kind of way. So I signed up for a few other tri races this summer. I thought maybe I'd just settle for doing some riding on the mt bike; kicking back and having fun, but leave the downhill for later.

Then I went over to ridemonkey and read some 17 year old punk ass kid talk about how women weren't suited for downhill. He figures that somehow we are at a genetic disadvantage cause we can make babies. Ummm, 'scuse me?

That irritates me.

Someone hand me my helmet. I've got hills to go down.

And talking about conquering; my friend Judith is going to do Pacific Grove. She hasn't gotten to the point of sign up yet, but I know her. She's chewing on it hard. She'll come around. She knows she has it in her, but she hasn't given herself permission yet. But if she doesn't race it will always be an itch she needs to scratch. That's the way it is with us women. Always pushing, working at proving ourselves, always taking it up a step. I guess we're just genetically disadavantaged that way.



"We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad." said the Cat.
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."