But let’s start with a celebration of how, for the first time in 4 years, I have no athletic “goals”. While some may be appalled by this, I am not. My career in cycling ran the gamut of being a joyful escape from my “real job” to a job in itself, fraught with the requirements and stresses brought on by making a living pushing my body to its limits. The last time I woke up on a Saturday morning without a pang of “I should be training” or “I should take today off” was about 4 years ago. I needed to get back to this, but only after spending those precious 4 years testing the parameters of my abilities.
So I woke up on Saturday morning with a raging hangover. And no desire or need to ride. I had spent a harrowing week locked inside Darden’s halls, under various pressures of StratSim (marketing simulation), cases, and planning for the Minneapolis Job Trek. I didn’t exercise once, and didn’t really care.
So Friday night came and I got together with the Indian Mafia for Jyotishko’s birthday. I had such a blast with 60 of my classmates, and realized that I’d been missing this component from my Autumn. I hadn’t given in to the Darden life completely. Some semblance of control was necessary, I guess. But I was in purgatory with racing, and I needed to wiggle my way out. Friday I forgot all of that and proceeded to let my dearest Patricia Cayo mix me innumerable potent drinks. I talked (semi-coherently) with different colleagues about my environmental passions, the difficulties of being in a relationship during graduate school, the downfall of nonprofits, and various other high-falutin things. Intersperse that with some downright silly behavior (you should see the wig I was wearing) and you have my night. I got home somehow, but not after yakking a few times (once in my hair) and feeling miserable all day Saturday. When I finally got out of bed at 4 p.m., I walked 4 miles to fetch my car. Yes, mom and dad, despite your best efforts to convince me that I make bad decisions, I have good enough judgment not to drive drunk.
Sounds like any other undergraduate weekend, I guess. But these have been few and far between for me and I sorely needed it. Not that I’m going to spend every weekend nudging my blood alcohol level above .1, but it was a good way to kick off my “I’m 100% committed to the Darden experience” pledge.
Training, schmaining. But I did go for an hour run last night after Learning Team, which cleared my head. In short, life is good! No controversy here. Wait until tomorrow ;-)
what i missed while the boys stayed with cara in n.c.
what i don't miss
2 comments:
Since I had planned on making a racing "comeback" this year, and was well on my way of actually being sort of fast on the bike again, I had a little "incident", meaning someone ran into me with a car, and busted up my scapula. Bad news. Now I'm starting to think that riding a bike sucks, and I might change over to like, lifting weights, and climbing mountains again. That's sort of fun, and non competitive, but the days like this past Sunday, when it's 67 degrees, and there's a small breeze, and it's brilliantly sunny, it's hard to not want to ride.
I think the guys in the green hat is wanted by the FBI.......
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