Wednesday, March 19, 2014
I know it's been a while, but I crawled under a rock in the weeks leading up to my birthday and just decided to stay there. This seems to happen every year. I think I must be one of the few people in the world who actually dreads their birthday because they will be forced to celebrate it. It stresses me out, and the expectations always lead to disappointment. I actually feel the same way about most holidays, but there we are.
To get myself out of my funk, I began mulling over doing another bike rally. I stopped doing them two years ago because I felt I was always the ONE PERSON who had nobody waiting at the finish line. It is discouraging, so I quit doing them. I got tired of feeling like a social outcast. Okay, I also got tired of being buzzed by the Tour de France trainees and then trying to climb a hill behind a person who hadn't figured out what all their gears are for. Bottom line: I'm a lone cyclist, and I guess I always will be.
But lo! I was on the local website for all things Texas bike related, and saw there was a charity rally for a local hospital. I have an acquaintance who works for that hospital, and who recently took up cycling. So I dropped a hint, and he said he'd "look into it." As you all probably know, this is code for "in your dreams." Usually, that's what it means. I just let it slide and got on with being overworked and underpaid.
Then I got a note from him saying that we were signed up for a fund raising team. And I have to wear a tutu.
I thought he was kidding.
At first, I was outraged. ME?! In a TUTU?! Then I thought "YEAHHHHH!!!!! I CAN GET AWAY WITH ACTING LIKE A COMPLETE NUT, AND IT'S FOR A GOOD CAUSE!" So I'm down with it. Now I just have to find a tutu. My friend is going to wear a tutu as well. In fact, the whole schtick of this team is wearing a tutu. Brilliant.
I want to find the ugliest tutu known to humankind. It will be epic.