Do you remember the visceral sensations of angst over an upcoming final exam?
Or the first procedure as an independent doctor.
A major presentation, perhaps.
Life’s exams test not only specific knowledge and skill, but one’s self-esteem as well. And it is the self-esteem portion that creates the stomach churn, the palpitations and the random thoughts of doom.
The future lurks over you for weeks, like a weighty backpack, or the possibility of encountering the bully on your walk home from elementary school. (For my bony self, her name was Marilyn.)
For a 47 year-old, an upcoming bike race should not feel like a final exam. A father, husband, doctor and blogger who hangs little on the cycling peg should feel no pressure from anything bike-related. But this is no ordinary bike race, and though one tries to deny its existence, there is a peg.
Next week, the National Championships of “Masters” cycling comes to my home city, Louisville, KY. In fact, the road race course, a 5 mile loop though a very hilly city park, passes within meters of my home. Of the hundred or so 45-49 year-old bike-racers-with-jobs that will contest the national race next week, only a scant few are unserious. It will not be easy. No final exam is ever easy.
Like many of my over-acheiving racing peers, bike racing is a but a hobby, albeit a serious one.
I am a father of two children, who, as all children do, care not that a father races bikes, rather that their many needs are met. Nonetheless, I am also a bike racer.
I am a husband to an incredibly outstanding woman. A woman whom I am certain would be happier if I consistently picked up my laundry, helped her in the yard, and closed the cabinet doors, than if I
won (did well in) a bike race. Yet, I am a biker racer.
Combine said reality with the realness of the watt meter’s truths, and my left brain knows that bike racing really doesn’t matter. But tell that to the nervous mind and body. When one pays the fee, pins the number and steps within the barricades, it is not like training or practice. The ego is exposed for all to see. Things get hung on the peg. So it is for those that voluntarily sign-on to take life’s exams: the potential for finding the treasure is worth the risk.
Life has choices. You can test yourself, or not.
But does the noxious sensations of worry indicate an excess of inflammation?
Would it be better to stay in the comfort zone: to never have those distinctive stomach rumblings, or to never reach a 1000 sheep before sleep arrives. You could exercise regularly without the stress of actually testing yourself in a race. You could stick to the same procedure and never experience the steepness of a learning curve. You could have seemingly great ideas and not ever type them out on a free website for others to see–and perhaps, scoff at.
Life is short.
Too short to outgrow taking tests.
2 replies on “Cycling Wed: Taking tests in life is a choiceâ€¦”
I'm a marathon runner and have a tough time fully understanding the cycling crowd. That being said, I'm sure you'll agree that you're really only racing against yourself, and you're measure of success is not where you finish in the pack, but whether you performed to potential. (At least that's how it works for us runners).
Go out and give it your all. You know you'll feel crappy at the end either way, but physical wounds heal faster than mental wounds. As somebody once said, "the pain of regret is worse than the pain of discipline."
Let us know how it goes. Now that you've gone public with this, expect a lot of crap if you wimpy out 🙂
I am sure you will give it your best and really what more do you ask of anyone than that. Have fun you certainly know the course and what better example are you for your own kids and all the other kids that look up to you then to get out there and just do it,have fun and be thankful you can. Your fans and friends are pulling for you. JS