Me & My Mum Tum stepped way out of our comfort zone this weekend. When you find it difficult to even get a ride in some weeks, entering a 🏁 seems like the dumbest/bravest thing to do off the back of little to no training. But I lined up. It hurt. It was hard. It was cold. I rode the same course as everyone else, and I'm sure not one person came off that course and said it was easy.
There's girls in B Grade that started riding bikes well after I did - I even remember them getting their first road bike and that are now placing top 3, who's fire and tenacity are inspiring & terrifying all at the same time. (Cam Cam THAT race face) I guess the point is, I did something yesterday that to ME was terrifying. I spent the first lap contemplating riding off into the bushes with a phantom mechanical... But I registered, I turned up, I pinned a number on, I brought my kid out in the rain - I was going to finish. And I did.
And if you ain't first your last, and that's ok. Because the girl out there wanted to be there, and she sure as hell was beating the girl she was sitting at home on the couch.
Here's an uninspiring photo of me riding the flat before the technical mud river section that makes it look like I'm infront of people, where as I'm actually about to get lapped. I Came dead last. But I never signed up to win - I signed up to prove to myself that I could. And that if I can do it, you can.
I don't want to be that girl watching from the sidelines anymore. I want to feel exhausted, happy, and like I achieved something amazing. I want to be part of that post race elation club - where your so dang exhausted happy that it's over and quietly high fiving yourself for not giving up.
Everyone's race is hard remember that... Wether it's your first time, or your hundredth time. Everyone lines up for the same reason, everyone is there for a good time. Thanks Port Adelaide CC for another ripper #pacccx