- This is going to be #5.
- A good time will be had.
- This year I won’t have any support lined up, just like the last 4 years.
- That’s kind of on purpose, more of a habit at this point.
- The Salsa Warbird is perfect this year. See list below….
This is Allison Zmuda’s fault. Monday morning after a very trying weekend I received a text that went something like this….
Just a tiny update, about important things, and no real reason for why I am not doing TransIowa.
What a weird way to organize a blog post. What a weird sort of events to do. Why am I riding 100 miles again?
Disclaimer: These are my personal experiences, my opinions, my thoughts. This only represents Andrea. If you are reading and are offended, equally excited, confused, scared, whatever, please reach out to me.
JUST TRY AND STOP ME.
Well. Actually. I did try to stop me.
Was it a whole week ago? Over a week ago? Man, the days are going by too quickly. Anyways on September 18th the Rad Tour arrived in Iowa City.
WOB went camping about a week ago. It was tons o’ mega fun.
What is my next event. People have been wondering. I have been wondering. I was signed up for my beloved Gravel Worlds. I am also signed up for the Marji Gesick race. I am doing neither. Reasons are easy and obvious.
“You look miserable.” “I think you have more integrity than this.” Those two quotes rang through my head. A reminder. Surely not a gentle one, but a loving one. Tough love. Those words came about during a conversation with my best friend the night before I left for Oklahoma. She was right. It wasn’t about one thing in particular. Just a mood I had been in for a couple of weeks. There is a lot of stress happening in my life. Pretty normal stress stuff.
Too much work.
Never enough time.
The list goes on. But that list is ever present in life. I had gotten to the point where I let so many of these things get away from me that I forgot how to do them in a way that worked. Last year was just as trying. I did a freakin’ great job last year. I am so proud of 2015…to a point. You are probably wondering how this rambling fits into my Landrun race report. My mental health is just as important as my physical health. The frostbite from Tuscobia was really tough. This would put my mental health at a pretty low point. I made Landrun my carrot. I was waiting for this race. I knew it would be a wake up call. A slap in the face. I was afraid to get back on my bike. Not because my toes hurt. They are going to hurt for a long time. That was a great excuse though. The real reason was my lack of training. Sure fast is not everything, but for me, fast is fun. Being healthy is happy. Being strong is a big part of that.