Earlier this week, I received email regrets from the Boston Athletic Association (BAA). Like Starkist being picky about it’s tuna, the BAA is picky about who they are inviting to next year’s party at Hopkinton.
Well, I’m not rushing out to jump through the new fire lit hoops they’ve set out as the tougher qualification standards only to be on the invited list again. Some day, I may be happy to play that game, but not now.
As you know, I don’t do well with the “not good enough” message. I’d rather go where I’m wanted. The question is: Where is that?
hmm… somehow the word “Ironman” springs to mind. Or how about a 1/2? Vineman??
My Ironman will have to wait a few more years. YaYa still needs me to be home with him. I feel like cycling has taken me away too much — which is why I took a couple of Friday’s off to get the longer rides in without disrupting the weekend routine.
Any other ideas?