Just one day off. One day. I was told recently that my birthday is just one day different than Elvis. Think of that. One day! Holy cow, what a brush with greatness. I feel that there may never be a more poignant Andy Worhall moment for me – ever again. One day.
How could I change that. Couldn’t that one day have been found somewhere along the way? One day. What can happen in one day? After all, Scott and I won the Perry Mountain 24hour race in just one day. I can drive to the location of a GNCC race in the southeast in just one day. I have done a 24hour mountain bike race, and that only took one day. Doesn’t seem like much of an effort that could have made up that one day.
For real, Elvis died on the toilet you know. Does that really seem the action of someone that could have stayed a full day ahead of me for so long? I mean, I actually can ride a 2 wheeler at a reasonable pace. I am not fast, but reasonable. I can stay upright more than my brother can, good god, cannot I catch up to a fat guy that died on his toilet?
When you really think about the number of days you are alive, 1 day is a really small percentage. The SKY cycling team talks in terms of marginal gains, well surely there are some marginal gains that I could find to make up that time. Oh well, deal with what you can.
The 1st GNCC race for me is just 30 days away. The first local WIXC race is just 37 days away, but I will not make that one as I will be out of town. (I do not plan to miss any others though…) The citizen Flanders race in Belgium is just 37 days away – I will be there for that one. We are so gloriously close to 2wheel season, I just cannot wait.