“racing from the hip”: to enter, compete in and enjoy an event despite being completely unprepared.
my steps to a fun day of “racing” on sunday:
-
drink too much on friday night in the course of staying up too late. 8 beers, 2am will do.
-
get up saturday morning anyway. slap yourself awake. ride 120km with roadie friend far stronger than you. hold his pace all day.
-
drink too much, stay up too late on saturday night. racing tomorrow, you better go easy.
-
don’t swim in 6 months prior to the race.
-
drop your waterbottle in first 2km of ride. watch it burst open as it lands. don’t worry, there’s no water available on course. it’s 30 celcius and sunny.
I swam my balls off and nearly fell over when i stood up after the swim. then, being an honourary fat guy, i sweat like a maniac on the bike. my dehydration was exasperated by dropping my only bike bottle as i went over a speed bump. it burst open when it landed…but i didn’t worry, figuring there must be water on the bike course.
i was wrong.
you can imagine how my run went… my process: run until barfing is imminent, walk 2 minutes. repeat.
however, i had a fantastic time. the day was perfect, my weekend ideal (by my measure). a bonous: largely because of my bumbling, i spent most of my time on-course in the company of the fastest 20-29 age group women…
how was your weekend?
A