*spin, spin, spin, spin*
What are you laughing at?
Why? I'm just out for a nice 90 minute ride...what's the problem?
No problem. It's just that in all of your worrying and moaning and complaining, you've....well....nothing.
Nothing? You can't have all this attitude and then tell me it's nothing.
Fine. It's that you've actually gotten quite good at me.
I'm still not very fast.
Dammit--when are you going to stop equating GOOD with fast?
What do you mean? How can you NOT?!
I mean, THINK about what you're doing right now. Think about what you've done the past 3 weeks. On each and every Saturday, you've rode me for 100 miles, and then went about your way. You even RAN afterwards. Remember when you did Pedal to the Point in 2003, and 75 miles made you turn in your Cedar Point ticket and lay in the hotel watching the Anna Nicole Smith True Hollywood Story on E?
Ugh. Sadly, I do. Can we not mention that ever again?
Fine. But just promise me you'll remember.
Remember what? Anna Nicole Smith?
NO!! Remember what you are DOING. When you are freaking out in the days leading up to IM. You will remember what you've done to get there. You will remember that no matter what happens on that day, you will deal with it and you will be OK.
Yeah....you're still not my favorite, though.
Well, you're just going to have to pretend that I am. That's how you'll do this. Stop this "I hate you" mentality and think of why you just heart me.
Well? Don't you know why you love me?
Look--look at your legs.
I see a lot of scars on my knees from falling off you.
Okay, Miss Pessimist. How about looking at the good part of your legs?
What good part?
They look....GOOD. They are more toned and stronger than they ever were.
Well...yeah, I guess. Maybe.
Not Desiree Ficker good or anything. But good nonetheless.
The bottom line is, I'm not as bad as you think I am. And YOU are not giving yourself enough credit.
Yeah, yeah. I think I really have learned that.
So, we cool?
*sigh* Yeah, we cool.
You're still looking forward to your 2 hour run Sunday more than the 5 hour ride Saturday with me, aren't you?
Okay, okay. I guess I can live with that.
I'm just keepin' it real.