While in "the zone" the other day, the LED light on the head of the low flush urinal winked its evil eye at me. I was immediately thrown into a trauma induced flashback.
winking urinal recreated for dramatic purposes
I was back on Jake's couch the night before ORAMM staring at the ceiling. The smoke detector above me could barely be seen in the cloudless Montreat moonlight. I was waiting for it to go off randomly once again, but this time it would not disturb my slumber as I had yet to fall back asleep since it's last report. The red eye would occasionally blink telling me that either the beeping was forever gone or painfully imminent. I had no idea what it meant in reality. My Tell-Tale Heart, the vulture eye staring at me in the darkness, paying me back for all the wrong I had ever done in this world...
And then it was time to gently shake my loose naughty bits, get zipped up, and go back to work.
Like that, I knew the 2013 "season" had already gotten a hold of me.
Last Friday, with some free time and a bit of Celebration Ale handy, I went to work on removing the 2012 and posting up my 2013. It's not a complete list, but it's solid. I will be at those events, unless of course, the world ends, the zombie apocalypse occurs, I get dowsed with a chemtrail, or I get gravely injured in a rare Photoshop incident. I will be inserting other events as I decide to squeeze them in, but the ones already listed are 100% on like your mom's thong for one or more of the following reasons:
All of the above
None of the above
Most of them are on there because they are quality, can't-miss events*. My tenth PMBAR, eighth Shenandoah 100 (see: peer pressure), and eighth ORAMM. I've been to every edition of the 6 Hours of Warrior Creek, Trans-Sylvania Epic, Breck Epic, and Pisgah 111k (so what if there's only been one so far?).
My goals as far as actual performance goes? Unknown. I tend to make those up as I go along. My main goals are to travel, race, have a good time, escape the 9-5 reality of being a messenger in the 2012 Era Queen City, and hopefully keep this untrained train rolling on down the tracks for another year.
The first step to getting serious? It served its purpose, and now it has to go.
Seriously, what self-respecting single speeder (oxymoron) can keep up with the daily maintenance of facial hair? I have no desire to keep up with an entire drive train of shifty bits once a month, so why on earth would anyone spend minutes of their valuable drinking time standing in front of the mirror shaving meticulously around an ironic crop of follicular follies?
*I'm not spending my time hyperlinking all those races in the post since they're over on the sidebar already. If I had time for that nonsense, I woulda had time to keep the mustache.