I think that’s the secret. My whole endurance sports life from the time I started out running in high school, I have had the good-fortune or bad-luck( take your pick) of training with athletes who were way better than me. I would get thrashed in every workout - still do as I ride with a group that includes multiple National Master’s Road Champions. Or I ride with my 5:00 flat IM Bike split wife. Get chicked almost every ride!
This post is very similar to how women treat one another with their petty ass bullshit. People need to be positive, do their own thing, help another and quit acting like pricks.
Well, I’d like to talk about the other portion. The constant “one-uppers.” The “you did THAT? Well I did THIS” crowd.
That’s not banter. That’s someone intimidated by you.
THIS is first class smack talk/banter:
I’ve arrived in Canada with 5 cans of whoop ass for you guys at Demi Espirit. I was going to bring just one can but TSA made me break it into little cans of whoop ass. I have one for each of you and a spare.
You better clean your chains (I did), clean your bike (I washed off most of the mud and dirt), break out your fastest race wheels (I brought my second slowest set) and pray to your running shoes to go fast on Saturday. If you can’t bring it, you better stay home.
PS: bring a sponge to clean off that whoop ass b/c your going to need it.
Konaexpress - I’ve heard rumors you don’t want to show, it’s ok to be scared.
Top hole. It’s perfectly ordinary banter, Squiffy. Bally Jerry, pranged his kite right in the how’s-your-father; hairy blighter, dicky-birded, feathered back on his sammy, took a waspy, flipped over on his Betty Harpers and caught his can in the Bertie.
