I write with regard to the EMRRL Bourne wheeler’s race, round 3.
Ladies and gentlemen of the class of ’16
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.
The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists
Whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable
Than my own meandering experience, I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your beautifully shaven legs, oh, never mind
You will not understand the power and beauty of your legs
Until they’ve faded, but trust me, in 20 years, you’ll look back
At training records and recall in a way you can’t grasp now
How much possibility lay before you and how graceful you really were
You are not as slow as you imagine
Don’t worry about the future
Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to ride Mont Ventoux on an old Raleigh single speed your mother bought you at a car boot sale
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind
The kind that blindsides you at 4 p.m. On some idle Tuesday
Do one thing every day that scares you
Don’t be reckless with other people’s help
Don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours
Don’t waste your time on jealousy
Sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind
The race is long and in the end, it’s only with yourself
Remember compliments you receive, forget the insults, if you succeed in doing this, tell me how
Keep your old bike receipts, throw away your old bank statements
Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what discipline you want to do.
The most interesting cyclists I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do.
Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don’t
Get plenty of calcium
Be kind to your knees
You’ll miss them when they’re gone
Maybe you’ll bonk, maybe you won’t
Maybe you’ll have results, maybe you won’t
Maybe you’ll quit at 40, maybe you’ll ride the ‘cat and fiddle’
On your 75th birthday
Whatever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much
Or berate yourself either
Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s
Enjoy your body, use it every way you can
Don’t be afraid of it or what other people think of it
It’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own
Climb, even if you have nowhere to do it but the cul de sac down the road.
Read the directions even if you don’t follow them
Do not read cycling magazines, they will only make you feel slow
Get to know your DS, you never know when they’ll be gone for good
Be nice to your team mates, they’re your best link to your past
And the people most likely to stick with you in future breaks
Understand that friends come and go
But a precious few, who should hold on
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle
For as the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young
Ride in the alps once but leave before it makes you hard
Ride in Monaco once but leave before it makes you soft
Accept certain inalienable truths
Bikes are expensive, Pro’s will use drugs, you too, will get old
And when you do, you’ll fantasize that when you were young
Prices were reasonable, Pro riders were noble
And children respected their elders
Respect your elders
Don’t expect anyone else to support your bike buying
Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you’ll have a wealthy spouse
But you never know when either one might run out
Never mess too much with your legs
Or by the time you’re 40 they will look 85
Be careful whose advice you buy but be patient with those who supply it
Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past
From the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts
And recycling it for more than it’s worth
But trust me on the sunscreen, because after yesterday, I am burnt
Let me explain, these are the lyrics from Baz Luhrmann’s – ‘Everybody’s free (to wear sunscreen)’. Which were taken from “Advice, like youth, probably just wasted on the young”, commonly known by the title “Wear Sunscreen”, is an essay written as a hypothetical commencement speech by columnist Mary Schmich, and originally published in June 1997 in the Chicago Tribune. I have doctored them here!
For me, personally, last weekend’s race just made me got back to these words and think,
‘You know what, I love this sport even more. It’s going to cost me more money to fix up and a whole lot of pride sucking next time I step up to race, but boy it was a learning curve.’
6 miles to go, I ride off the front, a Beeston rider jumps across to me, and immediately goes past, I clawed him back, caught him, and away we went. That Beeston rider won, but only because I crashed myself out of it. I had the chance to win my first race, I didn’t even finish. That’s why these words mean so much!
On a lighter note Edd got 5th and Elliot won a KOM, another good day for LLB racing. We are doing alright you know.