So, today is the day we were able to find out if we were chosen (selected, pegged, picked, doomed, sentenced) to participate in the upcoming Death Ride. And I wasn’t….
It’s funny because I was torn as to whether or not I really wanted to be picked for the ride this year.
On the one hand, not finishing last year was a huge blow to my ego and I was going to redeem myself this year by finishing strongly. On the other hand, if I did get picked, it would add a whole different attitude to my training. I wouldn’t be able to just go out for a fun ride, I’d be “training”. Every ride I did between now and then would be part of a program to gear up for the death ride.
So, I’m really not sure how I feel about not being picked this year. I’ll probably start keeping an eye on craigslist for someone selling their ticket, but then again, I might just have a fun year and do the rides I enjoy. I can start signing up for the metrics and not worry about doing the full centuries for the mileage. I can ride my mt bike more and not worry about the fact that I’m not logging huge miles and thousands of feet of climbing.
I can skip the weekly training ride and take the grandson out in the trailer I just ordered for him….
But still, there’s the knowledge that I should have finished and didn’t….it’s a good thing I’m not competitive or that knowledge would eat me alive….....do I hear chewing?