Whatever you think that you thought that you knew...especially about me...was a bit off.
The gloves are off.
I was forced to move my blog because certain people suck.
I can deal.
I can tear down, move and rebuild quicker than anyone on the effing planet.
Believe.
For you bitches who don't like that people know me even though I am rarely on the podium, suck it.
Learn to be nicer.
Work harder.
Recover better...and with more flare.
Develop a smile.
Get great legs.
Always have a kind and encouraging word handy.
(Psssst...maybe that's how I "caught on", because we all know my supermodel days are behind me.)
*snicker*
For the assclown who thought it would be "funny" to email my blog to my boss either in the hopes that I would get in trouble or that he would go ape shit over the photos of Jay and I...Nice work.
Ummmm...my blog didn't violate company policy, but now the man is obsessing over the details and stressing me out.
You're a dick. (Even if you are a female.)
When that man wanted to reduce everyone's salary, it was me who fought for your asses.
Good luck with that in the future. Next time, this ol' liberal is going to look out for herself. How about that?
Weak. You people are fucking weak.
You may not want to hear that shit, but someone has to say it.
Ask yourself when I have ever patted myself on the back for anything more than surviving another day on this planet...
I haven't.
I don't measure myself by my paycheck or times on the podium.
I measure myself by how many times I can smile while I suffer and push through.
I may never win a bike race...
...but I assure you that for quite a few of you, including some podium regulars, I kicked your ass in spirit and humanity alone plenty of days...and I am not done yet.
I don't give a shit if you like me or loathe me, but you better be fucking nice to me, because I am to you and you know it.
If you loathe me, you better ask yourself if it's because of something I did to you...or something that I did that you can't or something I am that you are not...
(I think the word you are searching for is "real"...)
For those who have stayed loyal and followed the blog here to its new home, thank you.
I have received tremendous support in the community and I feel very grateful for that.
I am sending out my love to all those who have cheered me as I have suffered and sucked and pushed through.
You have no idea how much strength your shouts gave me.
I am sending more love out to those who have given me tissues for my vomit, held my hair back, or carried me off a race course.
I have finally stopped bleeding from this last surgery and am back on the training horse. (More deets on that in future blogs.)
I am very lucky to be able to race another season in St. Louis and proud to once again be part of Fulcrum Coaching.
At this time, I wish to thank my coach, Dan, my teammate and partner Jay for their continued belief in the fact that I will get stronger. I will beat it all.
I also wish to thank my super fantabulous friends for all that they do. You know who you are. You are always there to ask, cook, listen, accept...
Love and peace to all.
Love, peace, and balance to the haters.
(PS: I am sure when I have more time, I will get the formatting the way I like it. My apologies for now.)
I can deal.
I can tear down, move and rebuild quicker than anyone on the effing planet.
Believe.
For you bitches who don't like that people know me even though I am rarely on the podium, suck it.
Learn to be nicer.
Work harder.
Recover better...and with more flare.
Develop a smile.
Get great legs.
Always have a kind and encouraging word handy.
(Psssst...maybe that's how I "caught on", because we all know my supermodel days are behind me.)
*snicker*
For the assclown who thought it would be "funny" to email my blog to my boss either in the hopes that I would get in trouble or that he would go ape shit over the photos of Jay and I...Nice work.
Ummmm...my blog didn't violate company policy, but now the man is obsessing over the details and stressing me out.
You're a dick. (Even if you are a female.)
When that man wanted to reduce everyone's salary, it was me who fought for your asses.
Good luck with that in the future. Next time, this ol' liberal is going to look out for herself. How about that?
Weak. You people are fucking weak.
You may not want to hear that shit, but someone has to say it.
Ask yourself when I have ever patted myself on the back for anything more than surviving another day on this planet...
I haven't.
I don't measure myself by my paycheck or times on the podium.
I measure myself by how many times I can smile while I suffer and push through.
I may never win a bike race...
...but I assure you that for quite a few of you, including some podium regulars, I kicked your ass in spirit and humanity alone plenty of days...and I am not done yet.
I don't give a shit if you like me or loathe me, but you better be fucking nice to me, because I am to you and you know it.
If you loathe me, you better ask yourself if it's because of something I did to you...or something that I did that you can't or something I am that you are not...
(I think the word you are searching for is "real"...)
For those who have stayed loyal and followed the blog here to its new home, thank you.
I have received tremendous support in the community and I feel very grateful for that.
I am sending out my love to all those who have cheered me as I have suffered and sucked and pushed through.
You have no idea how much strength your shouts gave me.
I am sending more love out to those who have given me tissues for my vomit, held my hair back, or carried me off a race course.
I have finally stopped bleeding from this last surgery and am back on the training horse. (More deets on that in future blogs.)
I am very lucky to be able to race another season in St. Louis and proud to once again be part of Fulcrum Coaching.
At this time, I wish to thank my coach, Dan, my teammate and partner Jay for their continued belief in the fact that I will get stronger. I will beat it all.
I also wish to thank my super fantabulous friends for all that they do. You know who you are. You are always there to ask, cook, listen, accept...
Love and peace to all.
Love, peace, and balance to the haters.
(PS: I am sure when I have more time, I will get the formatting the way I like it. My apologies for now.)
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