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Update on being slow

Apparently some people may have misunderstood my previous post about being slow. Most of the time I have had people to train with. It is not like I have had to run and ride every mile over the last 6 years alone - that is absolutely not the case. Rarely do I have to do any of it alone. I have made some great friends over the many miles on the road or trail and those relationships have proved to be invaluable. I also realize the better friends are probably to be made at the back of the pack - I've always said it is more fun back there.

What I am complaining about is the limited options I sometimes have. If my normal training partners are not available because say, they go out of town, are sick, or are training for a different race, I am not usually left with many options - not because there are not options out there, but because most of the time I feel like my lack of speed limits those options.

I am not saying I want to leave anybody or that I want to be faster so I can train with this person instead of that person. I just feel like being faster would sometimes take some of the stress away of my long run/long ride planning and training. Maybe I am right, maybe I am wrong (and maybe I'd like to be able to one day even consider riding with my boyfriend without completely cramping his style), and I do not necessarily expect everyone to agree with me.

Again, I'm not looking for sympathy and I realize complaining about it really will not get me anywhere, but I write to express my thoughts, feelings, etc, and these just happen to be some of them. My intent was certainly not to offend anyone, and I hope everyone understands the last post had absolutely nothing to do with anyone else (well, except maybe Jon since he asked 10 times last week if I was going to ride with them on Saturday and I had the same answer every time: "No, I cannot ride with that group because there is no way in hell I can keep up and it would not be safe in the least for me to be riding alone in those areas.")

Comments

Cass said…
Amen, sister. You know I completely understand and feel exactly the same way.
I agree. Amen. Being slow sucks...but we have a lot fun!

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