From The Light Of the World. As I told him, anyone can fight for the glory of first. It takes a special courage to fight heart and soul, give it everything you have, for the glory of 59th place. Inner glory.
Two men, turning themselves inside out for 59th place.
A lot can be said of a pleasurable Sunday out at the races. Some beers, some kicks. Families and Wives sitting out the rain in the
tents, managing bored kids. Probably dinner somewhere later.
Something to do around the house. A long shower.
All of this life. This regular guy stuff. But, at this moment, right here, all I cared for in the world was to cross the line before that other man.
We had been at war for two miles, breathing like horses. Insane in the mud and regretting every wrong thing I'd ever done:
Imagined music pounding in my head, and bile in my throat.
And the mother***r pipped me at the line. He had it. I didn't.
A lot can be said of a pleasurable Sunday out at the races. Some beers, some kicks. Families and Wives sitting out the rain in the
tents, managing bored kids. Probably dinner somewhere later.
Something to do around the house. A long shower.
All of this life. This regular guy stuff. But, at this moment, right here, all I cared for in the world was to cross the line before that other man.
We had been at war for two miles, breathing like horses. Insane in the mud and regretting every wrong thing I'd ever done:
Imagined music pounding in my head, and bile in my throat.
And the mother***r pipped me at the line. He had it. I didn't.
1 comment:
amen. finer words were never spoken about the battlefield that is cyclocross.
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