So, WOW, it happened. Sometimes I think I am so brilliant- because I knew this was going to happen, and now it has, too bad so sad I didn’t use my awesome smarts to come up with a plan B for when it did happen like it just happened cause now I don’t know what’s going to happen at all.
Roth sold out. In 47 minutes. Before I got a chance to register. Now, if you are that one person who reads this blog you know that Challenge Roth is my ultimate dream. It’s my IM, my line to cross, my course to race… it’s THE race for me. Given all the huppla I’ve put around it I should have been sitting in front of the computer for hours waiting to sign up, so missing the ‘race’ on this one is, technically, my bad. I know if you are that one person then you’re wondering how the heck…..
So here’s the story, straight from the donkey’s mouth, so that we all know, or so that I can allow myself just one more cry about it, because I might really need a hug.
I don’t know at this point if I can go to Roth next year. My number 1 supporter in life, my mommy, might not be able to make it. Yes, I know, this is the same mommy-person who told me to live my dream & do it & she would come along so that Dylan could be there, blah blah blah… BUT, mommy dearest might be hitting the high road for South Africa. MIGHT. She’s kinda undecided right now. So until she knows where she’s headed, what life changing decisions she is making (my dad is included here too, but, he’s a smart man (my brains are genetic, my lack-of-speed is too!) he’s going where mom goes) but until they know, well, I can’t know.
Hence this blog title changed some time ago. If my biggest supporter & race /training camp co-traveling Nanny decides to go live in SA- well, Roth will have to wait.
So, here is the question everyone is asking… I’ll forget Roth and do IMSA, right? No. Wrong. SA70.3 yes. IMSA, no. WTF? Well, because really, the 140.6mi race I want to do is Roth. Kinda that simple- so let me complicate it:
Completing Roth as my first biggie is where my heart is. It’s where a lot of emotions lie for me, where the desire to train so many, many miles will motivate me everyday. I don’t think I could ask Dylan for that much e-motional drainage if it didn’t really, really matter to me.
This sport is a tricky one. It’s feisty and opinionated. It’s darn expensive in roller coaster emotions, time, physical ability, and money. I am one person raising another one person- I need him to learn by example that when you dedicate your heart to something you go for it, blood sweat tears and joy. And you never, ever yo-yo string along your cheerleaders for something you’re only going to half-ass. I have learned in life that the people who will stick with you, who will high 5 you and push you along are rare, and golden. Those most awesome people are worthy of nothing less than all of your best.
I also know from Timberville that the moments that define me are the moments I need to share with Dylan. He wakes up each day to a sweaty, got-in-just-in-time-to-make-pancakes type of mother—he deserves even more than I do to be at the finish line. So unless I chain him to the bike rack in Roth, well, Roth will simply have to wait for Nana to return from her safari. Then I can simply chain Nana to Dylan for the day!
We’ll get there, one day. Que sera, sera. In the meantime, I’ll keep trecking along these Yellow Bricks, with my eye on the prize and a silly song in my heart, enjoying every awesome training day & every mile of each 70.3, with you.
Thank you, for all you do, to keep my big dream big. You are all awesome!!
Train safe, race smart!!