This year is known in my house as The Year of Di, and rightfully so. My wife has put up with so much of my shit over the years I suppose I can give her a break from my endurance racing shenanigans. That was the plan any ways….
Let’s be honest here, can I be honest? I make a miserable lazy person. It’s not that I am bad at it, but rather that I am awful to be around when I am lazy. If I am not out riding, running, somehow suffering everyday I am a very grouchy prick. That is saying something because people who know me would say the same thing about me during a busy year.
However, this year I have zero races scheduled out. I am riding for “fun” and trying to stay as active as possible. In the meantime though, I am missing something that truly makes me tick…a goal. A big scary, unachievable, impossible, make your ass pucker up goal. Every year for the past 12+ years I have had at least one goal that would wake me up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. Now all of a sudden I am supposed to not do that? Well, let’s just say that it didn’t take long for the side affects of me “being lazy” to reach a tipping point. The family simply couldn’t take it anymore. Nobody said anything, but it was abundantly clear to me. I needed something to pursue, but something that wasn’t an endurance race that would simply eat up time and money with no return other then me not being an asshole on a daily basis 🙂
That’s all it took. ( me !== quit) The second I tell myself, “you can’t do that,” that’s when I make it my mission to prove myself wrong. I have done multiple things I once thought impossible, and believe me that is not bragging. Everything I have done I have done so with tons of support, time, and resources others might only dream of. I am very lucky. I overcame a couch while others have overcome so much more,
My favorite story about overcoming hardships is this: one year during an Ironman in Coeur d’Alene I was about 10 or so miles into the marathon and the wheels were falling off. I felt awful, everything hurt, I was getting blisters, I was crying, and worst of all I was walking. Then another competitor passed me, but he was different as I could hear him coming. I could hear a weird clunk, step, clunk, step. Sure as shit, a one legged man ran past me. I looked at him and said, “Dude, seriously, fuck off! I’m trying to feel sorry for myself over here.” He laughed and gave me a high five. I’ve never been the same since. Anything is possible.
I am not saying I am going to be the greatest coder of all time, but I will damn sure try. I will do my best to document my journey for the same reason I try to document most things I do…for my kids. Someday they might want to know a little more about their old man, and that day may come long after I am gone. I try and tell them everything I know now, but they are young and haven’t figured out yet that life lessons are the best lessons. Later on when they are ready they can read these entries and hopefully take something useful from them. After all, like I tell them all the time, “The internet is forever!”
console.log(“Let’s do this!”);