The bad vs. The Good

It's been nothing short of an amazing weekend. I've learnt so much that perhaps, it would possibly be the turning point in my life from now on - i mean hopefully the adrenaline will last a long time. I should post about the adventure I have first, since time is now absolutely sacred and precious considering that I've got 2 assignments due tommorrow and a french test to study for.

For those of you who already know, I was going to take part in a 100km cycling marathon, from Sorrento to Docklands and for the uninitiated, that's really a rather long way considering that driving itself takes close to 3 hours if you don't go over the speed limit. Well, I completed it yesterday, albeit alot of pain, bruises and taking away some anedecotes about life.

I was in alot of pain yesterday. Stoned dead and tired. I got hit by 2 hit and run cyclists, who essentially knocked into me, dragged me for a couple of kilometers, went "oops" and rode away. So those were the bad. Yups, they were the irresponsible people, who decided that perhaps, beating their own personal times were alot more important than helping someone they ran over. Honestly, I was really disappointed and hit with that bout of reality that hey, the world ain't what I think it is. For that moment, really just for the whole of yesterday, the world of sport lost its appeal to me, because for that brief moment, it didn't have it's purported values camaderie.

However though, there were the good. There were the people who helped. Who bothered. Who stopped. Who even asked and I really thank you all. I thank you for helping me believe that there is what the best sportspeople hold dear. I thank you Leonard for accompanying me and waiting for me.

really, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.

But I've still gotta apologise to Leonard though. He could have gone alot faster if it wasn't for me. Like he could have finished in 4 hours instead of the LONNNNGGG time he took because of me. so sorry Leonard.

On hindsight though, it's really at this times that I wished that I was alot of different things. I wish I was fitter, a better cyclist (in these circumstances), richer, smarter, prettier. I wish that I didn't have so many things to learn, so many things that only life would be able to teach me. I wish that I was all the above things so that I wouldn't become a burden on who so ever that happens to cross my path. But thinking about it though, I don't think that I want to change it or change me. Because I am me and all those idio-syncharcies make me, me.

I've always been the one to push myself beyond my limits. Doing crazy things, despite knowing how far and how long I could really go. I've always set myself to accomplish the limit, and I've always only ever wanted to get out of my comfort zone. I've never been contented with mediocre grades or doing the things that everyone else can do. So that's why i pushed myself so hard Leonard. that's why I refused to give up despite being scared and everything.

I'm absolutely sorry that I made you so worried!!