Monthly Archives: October 2007
The tennis court that is…
I don’t know why it has taken me so long to get my fat butt back out onto the tennis court. I have a lot of theories but it’s time to throw the theories away and just live my passion. Tennis for me is like oxygen and I have been depriving myself of that sweet, perfect breath for about 7 years. I started playing a little last year and then I chickened out. But this year I started working out with a local coach and I hooked up with some girls from highschool that still play. I have been playing at Lagoon’s indoor courts and having the time of my life.
Tennis is what kept me from doing stupid stuff in highschool, don’t get me wrong, I did lot’s of stupid things. But it kept me from smoking and drinking among other things. It helped me keep my grades up so I could stay on the team, and it’s the only reason I wanted to go to college. I didn’t care what degree I got, as long as a tennis scholarship came along with it.
So for me to be back on the court, even though I am sooooooo out of shape and my technique needs help, I am finally breathing sweet life back into my soul. I love tennis, I need tennis, I live tennis. I have never been happier than when I am acing my opponent.
I will be spending my 26th birthday at home this year instead of in the mud at 24 hrs of moab. YAAAAY! I told K he was welcome to go down but that I wanted to do girly stuff for my birthday instead of bike stuff. So HAVE FUN IN THE FREEZING COLD AND RAIN AND MUD AND EVERYTHING ELSE THAT’S CRAPPY IN MOAB! (I actually really like this race, just not on my birthday.)
WHATS THAT?…… YOU WANT TO HEAR ABOUT MY MOAB RIDE??????
It was easily the hardest I have ever pushed my body. And I loved every second of it…… once it was over! It was really cold and I hadn’t trained for this at all. I was under the impression that the ride was FLAT and easy. Instead it was up the canyon and though beautiful back drop….. a little hilly for my taste. I started off with a nice tail wind and felt fine but I soon dropped off the back of the group and I was going so slow that K couldn’t even slow down enough to ride with me. I leared that flat is a relative term. Flat to me means F.L.A.T. Flat to Kevin means less than a 20% grade climb. I kept a smile on my face and the joke rolling, as to keep my mind off the extreme wetness. K’s sister rode the 50 miles with me and I kept her laughing, especially when we passed the cows on the side of the road and I started freaking out because I thought they were going to CHARGE at me! I almost fell off my bike. Seriously.
I had a blast and even though I was sooo tired and soooo cold at the finish line I couldn’t even muster up the strength to unclip from my pedals, I had a great time and I was proud of myself. (really, I had to ride my bike around in circles until I could unvelcro my shoes and slip my feet out!) I cried a little bit later that night because my legs were cramping so bad and it was pulling on my hips so I couldn’t relax enough to relieve the pain. But honestly I would do it again in a heart beat.
Here are some PICS:
K in moab.
What a view.
Me in RED gettin Dropped!
update on the Little Nasty tour coming as soon as I am in less pain………
I ate a donut and then got on my bike to ride 30 miles to prep for this weekend. Bismark’s aren’t as good on the way up as they are on the way down. I’m so freaking stupid.
I am doing the Little Nasty in Moab this weekend.
No I haven’t trained— or even ridden my bike for that matter.
Yes I plan to be sent back to the finish line in an ambulance.