Sunday, 28 September 2014

The Night I Became National Pursuit Champion I Forgot My Headphones

... so I had to ride home in silence. Apart from that I couldn't do that. So I rode home singing all my favourite songs to myself. Apart from that I couldn't do that either (I thought I knew the words to at least half of Eminem's MMLP2 album, turns out I've been tricking myself rapping along).

So I rode home in the dark singing hymns, including hand actions where appropriate.

I've ridden past crazy people like me in the past. Sometimes they make me happy, sometimes they make me scared. Now I realise the person themselves doesn't give a shit, all they care about is whether your anchor holds in the storms of life? When the clouds unfold their winds of strife? When the strong tides lift and the cables strain, will your anchor drift or firm remain?

It's one of the hymns we sang as my Granda's funeral, I like how it's not all about loving God and what a top guy Jesus is. No offence to the gang, it's not their fault that there's a song called Our God Is A Great Great God, I'm sure they're actually very modest and embarrassed by the whole charade. Especially the song It's Great Great Brill Brill Wicked Wicked Skill Skill To Have A Friend Like Jesus. What were you thinking SU camp? Jesus probably goes bright red every time he hears it.

But you can't get mad at people trying to be nice, can you. Well actually, I guess you can... and I do (sorry mum). But you shouldn't.

The best example is people that try and chat before a race to calm you down. They're being so kind, reaching out and distracting you; helping you with the nerves. Well I hate it. I've got my nerves and I want to be wrapped up in them as my insecurity blanket, hyper ventilating away happy as larry. Sorry nice people, but please go away.

So if I ignore you before your big race and you think I'm being a dickhead, well, I kind of am. But I'm doing it out of the kindness in my heart. Or maybe I'm just singing Shine Jesus Shine to myself and I didn't see you.

Anyhows is it obvious that I'm putting off actually talking about the racing this week? It was good, I enjoyed it, I've just had a Nandos and I'm fairly happy. It's been 5 days of caffeine gels, hard efforts and minimal sleep so my head is suffering a bit to think of an exciting race report.

Will you take my getting home report instead?


  1. Testing one two three I told you you can dad.

  2. Bah. Can't remember my original comment - something about anchors and perseverance. Hurrumph.