Wish Me Luck

Lissa nailed it when she observed that I hate to go to parties where there are going to be a bunch of people I don’t know. Add to that the fact that I don’t have those cool wraparound sunglasses and you’ll understand why I woke up with a nervous stomach this morning, an hour before my alarm clock was set to go off. It’s not so much that I’m worried about how well I’ll place in my first cycling road race this morning. I’m not really even worried about the pain of two hours of hard riding (in an ugly wind, I might add). No, pathetic as this may sound, I’m mostly worried about fitting in.

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  1. Hey! I missed this entry!

    How’d you do?!?!?

    MY first race I felt the same way – plus I didn’t shave my legs (girlfriend said absolutely not) and thus I stuck out even more. So your feelings are not unique; they should have melted away about .004 seconds after the gun.

    How’d you do?!?!? Stories!

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