It’s been 7 days…
…since my last blog, and I have to honestly wonder how that much time has slipped by without my posting anything. On paper, I’m quite verbose, and that amuses me, because in person, I’m normally reticent. It’s not that I don’t talk. I do, but in one-sentence quips and phrases. Rarely do I expound on anything at length in public. I suppose it has to do with not being the center of attention. I don’t like having all eyes on me. I prefer to work in the background. I’m a consensus builder, and people like me rarely seek the spotlight. But I digress.
The reason for my silence has been my impending bike ride. For the past week, I’ve been training harder than ever in preparation for this Saturday’s event. I’m as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a roomful of rocking chairs. Why I should nervous is beyond me. It’s not as though the world will come to an end if I don’t finish or if I finish poorly. Nothing except my ego will be bruised by my failure. My family will still love me (I hope); the world will continue to revolve around the sun; life will go on.
Still, I have this deep-seated burning desire to do well in this event. I not only want to finish, I want to finish in the top ten. I have no idea where this obsession came from. I only know that it is there, driving me to do my best. You don’t have to tell me I’m crazy. I already know that. For those of you who know me and have been conversing with me, wish me luck in whatever form you are most comfortable with. There is a force in the universe, and I’ll feel the good vibes that you send my way.
I’ll write again before the event. Hopefully, that blog will be a tad more structured and thoughtful than this random emptying of the mind.
