More than 10 years ago I found myself at a New Year's eve party. It was at Tim's house. It was nicer than the usual parties I had been to before. Long Shanks isn't afraid to party, he was just doing it a little be classier than what we had been used to. Nice buffet spread on the dining room table. Music, games inside. Fire, grill and a bar outside. Two things stick out from that party. One, this one of my times my abrasiveness was really over the top. It reared it's head when you combined a youthful me, alcohol and the game Taboo. Imagine me laying on the Taboo buzzer with one hand while grabbing my crotch with other, topped off with me screaming get some of dat mother f*cker! All the while Brent's parents were in the same room mortified. I was quick to apologize which was even more quickly nullified by my next outburst - eat my *ss b*tc! I was hammered - It was awesome.The other thing I remember even though I was deep into the liquor was the cigars. That was during Brent and Tim's cigar phase. As the clock struck 12 somebody busted out the stogies. Unfortunately, I decided to hot box the cigar. I used to love the sweet smell of a cigar. Now I'm drunk and this disgusting cigar film is in my clothes, nose, mouth and most certainly lungs. That was the least of my concern. I'd carry this film for a solid week. Not a great way to start the year.
This year (last year actually) I started early. I got my mind right and wrote down some things that are important to me. Things I believe I can accomplish in 2010. Even before that I've been doing some basic things like push ups and a little core work. That's my biggest issue at Felasco. I can ride 50 miles any day of the week, but my upper body will pay. In my mind I had some rides that I needed to hit this week. These were must do rides or I can't pull off Felasco. I spent NYE in bed shivering from fever. Did that on NYD in the morning but pain meds helped. Then we went to my parents for lunch. Champagne and push ups. If I can't get in a ride, I need to do something. The champagne wears off and I begin to shiver - again. I guess we won't make it to Tim's party. London drops me off at the house and I spend it holed up with meds and a dark room. Last night, here comes the elevated heart rate and shivers again. More meds and sleep. This morning I feel better but still a little off. By mid morning temp and shivers are again on the rise. Three days of temp can wear on you. I now know I'm defeated.
All these years later I now know I have this heavy film on me again. It's beauce I know I won't make it at Felasco. I'm out of time. Nobody to blame but myself. It is a little bit of buzz kill because I was up and looking forward to the new year. Looking forward to our annual trip. Getting back into the groove of hanging with guys and riding. Not just Felasco but making the Tuesday ride and getting Thursday lunch started back up. To top it off nobody believes it or cares that much but I'm in training for the GSC. Except me. I know that I'm good for it. But being wishy washy really is ammo to say same ole same ole. As always the proof will be in the pudding. I hear rumor that micro will be bailing at 25. That might be more agreeable. We'll have to look at it over the next couple of days. If everybody was going today I'd bail. We'll reassess tomorrow.
The Butcher
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I think the key is to keep giving yourself new nicknames.
I loves me some kent/dragon/butcher in possession of a Taboo buzzer!
Don't sweat Felasco kent/dragon/butcher, at this point all you can do ride a few times so your taint doesn't go into shock. You can do this man!!! So buck up lil camper and don't forget your sweater.
butcher make this your new mantra for 2010! repeat it to yourself in the mirror every day. no excuses - follow thru with it! it may do yourself some good:
I do everything I need to do to be healthy and fit. I exercise and I enjoy it. I only eat food that is healthy and nutritious for me. I make sure I weigh the weight that is best and healthiest for me, I keep myself fit and it shows.
I choose to be a healthy person. When I look at myself in the mirror I see a healthy person. I see a winner. I create healthiness in my life. I’m glad to be alive and I feel good about what I am doing. I choose to get the most out of every moment in life. I look and feel FANTASTIC. I am strong, healthy and ready to take on the day.
I replace worry with action. Instead of being concerned for my health I take control of it.
I believe in myself, I believe in myself, I believe in myself, I can do this! I’m on top, in tune, in touch, and going for it! Today is my day, and nothing can stop me now. I believe in myself, and I’m doing great! Now is my time. I’m glad to be alive. I’m glad to be here! And I’m just getting started!
Holy Crap, that Daisy dude motivated me!
I just got through explaining this to Lil' Ronnie. You answer to no one except yourself. Do what you can do, and enjoy it to the fullest. All BS aside, I know the anchor of the gauntlet weighs heavily upon you, but turn it loose before you drown. As a friend, I suggest you seriously consider Mark's offer to use his Turner. Gears and suspension will only lengthen your time with the crew, and increase the enjoyment while you're there. Hell, it may be just what you need to be there for the whole enchilada! I'm not saying you CAN'T do it on your single(never doubt the "W" family bullheaded work ethic), I'm just saying it may be just the negative influence to cost you another year of bike happiness. Either way, no matter what sled you bring, I look forward to hanging with the boys, and viewing this year's versions of "Kent antics".
Well said Chrissie. If I can ever get in touch with him, I'll try to get him on it again.
Heck with the ride...I'll dust off the Taboo game. Ride when you can bro, you have your priorities in order....ditch the single-speed
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