Learning something new on a bike it like watching everyone else eat poop. They’re making it look yummier than Ben and Jerry’s icecream. The physics is simple enough - shovel it into mouth, swallow. And you know it’s physically possible. But u just can’t bring yourself to do it.
This video has been on repeat mode for the past ten minutes. It’s what I hesitated for a long time, and eventually failed to do. Each second is a painful affliction of shame and self-loathing. It is now time to retreat into the misery of my wormhole where no one can see me, and proceed to bawl my eyes out at my sad existence. Goodbye, cruel world.
Back from a max-fun-but-not-very-good cycling trip at Batam…. Fun because of the excellent company :) but not so good because i had fully exhibited the behaviour of a first-class wuss. I hereby look upon myself in disgust and repugnance.
It’s not that I’m mean-spirited.
I’m just painfully honest.
And you’re just a pansy who can’t take the truth.
IT SHOULD BE MADE ILLEGAL FOR ANYONE OTHER THAN ME TO LOOK THIS HOT.
Some kids are just so adorable. U wanna pinch them and cuddle them. And maybe cook lunch for them. They make u wonder, “Why does child abuse even exist?
And then there are some. U can’t even bring yourself to eat them for lunch (though sticking a fork into their side seems manageable enough). They’re probably the reason child abuse existed.
After 50km of extreme trail riding (ok minus 4-5km for me).. Just glad to be alive. Now I finally understand how physical torture can lead to mental breakdown and insanity.
So I didn’t get the finisher medal that I was aiming for.. But I will consider myself as having finished anyway. What happened was that while cycling I met a fellow cyclist who was totally cramped out. Too in pain to move, and whose face had turned an abnormal colour (gray/green). Worst part was he looked about 13-14 years old, and only spoke Malay so i had no idea how to communicate with him. I stopped and got him into recovery position, called the emergency line, and stayed with him until help arrived. That took a good 20 minutes. As a result, I missed the cut-off time for Checkpoint 4 (out of 5). Was very disappointed because I believed the most painful parts of the trail were already over (i was wrong about that, btw). And I lagi could not take it when I found out that I missed by about 5 minutes. So i did the most shameless thing ever and PLEADED to be let through, citing the reason that I was delayed in the process of helping someone.
So after verifying that it was true (when the marshall saw that the injured guy was driven to the checkpoint in a truck), he actually gave me a lift. Took the truck to somewhere about 5km away from the next checkpoint and rejoined the race. Unfortunately the ‘finisher’ indicator was snipped off my race tag when I had failed to reach cp4 on time. So, legitimately, I am still considered DNF. Dunno whether to be angry with myself for being kaypoh. Or just be glad that I may have saved someone’s life.
But it’s ok. I guess. Kinda disappointed though. Cos I did put in max effort. And being able to complete that amount of distance with my standard - I think that has already won me some bragging rights. This is one hell of an experience i must say. Would try it again I suppose. Just not anytime too soon.
Now i know why i always tio mark, tio cheng, tio arrow and tio taiji. Because. I always have too much time on my hand!.