So, I’m wasn’t going to blog again today. Truthfully, I’m actually a pretty sensitive person and as much as I try to not let myself get upset by what others think of me, a lot of times I do. But after a good sob session in the bathroom at the YCMA and then a sweaty workout, here’s what I have to say.
I know I deserve a bunch of what you all said and the only thing I can say is that I’m sorry. I don’t try to be someone that I’m not and you have the right to think and write whatever you like about me. You also have the right to just close your browser and not read what I’m writing if you don’t like what I have to say. It’s a free country and there’s many other blogs out there that might suit your fancy. I’m not trying to win your approval or live my life the way you think I should. I’m just trying to be the best person that I can and live my life to the fullest every day alongside my family and friends. Things happen…it’s life. It’s all part of growing up. At the end of the day, it’s just a bike event, people. A bike event. I’m proud to be a part of it and want to just go out and have a good time.
So, I’m sorry to those who think I’m lazy, a flake, or that I’m selfish… or even a bad pet owner. My best advice to you is to just let it go and take a deep breath. Aren’t there bigger things to worry about? Quite simply you probably should just get a life and stop throwing stones at mine. What you see on the blog is only what I choose to show you. Blogging is my job but it doesn’t define me and sometimes its easy to not see or understand the whole story when you are just reading about a stranger’s life on the internet.
While it’s true that Echelon Gran Fondo did ask me to the event, the choice was completely mine as to what distance I would do. And the bike they “gave” me? I’m actually loaning it. I never intended to keep that bike….it was the plan all along to either give it back to Echelon or donate it. Oh, and I never got “lessons” or “free gear”. All the bike gear came out of my own pocket.
Sometimes its easy to assume things when you don’t know the whole story.
I actually did sprain my ankle five days before my half marathon. You don’t have to believe me though.