False Start
Once again I’m emotional… so why not write a blog? I’m currently in Georgia for the STIHL Timbersport Series Finals. As I have this entire season, I came in feeling really good. Yesterday I had a great run to make it into semis against Jenny Atkinson today. Once again, I had an awesome run and won by a significant amount. I threw my arms up in the air, thrilled and relieved that I had made it to finals, when yellow “flags” (actually beanbags) started flying in my direction. I’ve never had such a quick change in emotion. I went from pure joy to extreme sickness in .0001 seconds… about the same amount of time I was ahead of the gun. With the one minute penalty added on, I didn’t make it to finals.
It’s really interesting to see how people act around you after something like that happens. Nobody knows what to say. People shrink away from you like you are going to hurt them. All I could think about was how much time I spent training, how fast I know I am, and the fact that I’m missing my 10 year high school reunion for this event that I just royally screwed up. It’s very unlike me, but that emotion must have showed on my face.
I’ve never felt like this after a loss before. Normally it sucks for a few minutes, but then I’m back to my cheery, goofy, self. This time it was much different. I won the damn race. I’m fast. I feel good. But I made a stupid mistake. I’ve always prided myself on my super fast starts, but today that is what got me into trouble. I can’t get that sick feeling out of my stomach.
On a lighter note, I’ve been having an absolute blast with the boom girls here in Georgia. It’s always so wonderful to spend time with my amazing friends. Yesterday they drug me out shopping (I hate shopping, but it was surprisingly fun with these girls) and we all got pierced. No worries, I didn’t do anything crazy, just repierced a spot in my ear that closed up a few years ago. I’ll let the other girls reveal their piercings on their own. :) Props to Vincent Sanchez, the greatest “Tissue Technician” we’ve ever met. If you’re ever in Columbus, Georgia, look him up, he’s amazing.
Tomorrow I run for third and fourth place against another amazing boomer, Katie Rick. I’m sure I’ll get out of this funk after a good meal (oh yeah, I’m dieting… can’t have that) and some time to relax and realize that my life is still absolutely wonderful, win or no win. Wish me luck.
Once again I’m emotional… so why not write a blog? I’m currently in Georgia for the STIHL Timbersport Series Finals. As I have this entire season, I came in feeling really good. Yesterday I had a great run to make it into semis against Jenny Atkinson today. Once again, I had an awesome run and won by a significant amount. I threw my arms up in the air, thrilled and relieved that I had made it to finals, when yellow “flags” (actually beanbags) started flying in my direction. I’ve never had such a quick change in emotion. I went from pure joy to extreme sickness in .0001 seconds… about the same amount of time I was ahead of the gun. With the one minute penalty added on, I didn’t make it to finals.
It’s really interesting to see how people act around you after something like that happens. Nobody knows what to say. People shrink away from you like you are going to hurt them. All I could think about was how much time I spent training, how fast I know I am, and the fact that I’m missing my 10 year high school reunion for this event that I just royally screwed up. It’s very unlike me, but that emotion must have showed on my face.
I’ve never felt like this after a loss before. Normally it sucks for a few minutes, but then I’m back to my cheery, goofy, self. This time it was much different. I won the damn race. I’m fast. I feel good. But I made a stupid mistake. I’ve always prided myself on my super fast starts, but today that is what got me into trouble. I can’t get that sick feeling out of my stomach.
On a lighter note, I’ve been having an absolute blast with the boom girls here in Georgia. It’s always so wonderful to spend time with my amazing friends. Yesterday they drug me out shopping (I hate shopping, but it was surprisingly fun with these girls) and we all got pierced. No worries, I didn’t do anything crazy, just repierced a spot in my ear that closed up a few years ago. I’ll let the other girls reveal their piercings on their own. :) Props to Vincent Sanchez, the greatest “Tissue Technician” we’ve ever met. If you’re ever in Columbus, Georgia, look him up, he’s amazing.
Tomorrow I run for third and fourth place against another amazing boomer, Katie Rick. I’m sure I’ll get out of this funk after a good meal (oh yeah, I’m dieting… can’t have that) and some time to relax and realize that my life is still absolutely wonderful, win or no win. Wish me luck.
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