Alright Peeps, this is for serious...

The bike riding season is OVER and now I'm kickin' it on the interwebs! How 'bout it.

- What I did on my summer vacation:
Couldn't take one because I bought a house and now I'm poor! I'm so broke I can't even pay attention.

- Wouldn't it be nice...:
If this worked on Netgear?

- I'm not a national champ because....:
...I fell down. (can you see my butt?)

- The high light of the summer:
Seeing Greg Lemond at Chequamegon. Big ups. He's the reason that in 1986 I started riding my bike.

- The low light of the summer:
The Tour de France. You "big time" cyclists getting all doped up are KILLING the sport. Go piss up a rope you I-tested-positive-because-I-drank-a-beer and my-mother-had-an-absorbed-twin worthless motherfuckers! I hope you go fucking broke and have to live under a bridge for the rest of your pathetic lives.

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(From the newest member of the PureJenius.net staff (who, by the way, is paid >well So I've been perusing the MCF board tonight and I still can't believe how many guys are whining about the races and race categories that promoters choose for races. I'm pretty good at whining too, so here goes: I'm a 35+ Cat 3 woman who will show up for the St. Cloud Crit and have to toe the line with Cat 1/2 guys - I don't give a shit that they're 50+, their license still says Cat 1 or 2 (and 3/4/5) and they race like Cat 1/2s. What's that you say, it's a ROY race, so we'll be scored separately? Okay cool, then I'll completely overlook the fact that the race will blow apart on about lap 1.5 and I'll spend the remainder of the race with 3 or 4 other women if I'm lucky or I'll assume the time trial position and ride around in circles by myself. Should be fun. Oh, I should shut my trap because if I think the 50+ guys are too fast and furious, I s...

Good thing I'm racing 35+

No lie. - P

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My low self esteem dates back to my early childhood. I grew up in a household where I was to be seen and not heard. I was told quite often that nothing in the house was mine because I did not pay for it. I was not allowed to have an opinion or challenge the patriarch and authority. This continued through to my adult life and continued to shape how I felt about myself. I wasn't ever going to be good enough. It weighs deep with me today. I have very low self worth and self esteem. I don't feel like I belong in social situations with people who, from my own perspective, are normal. If they only knew how fragile of a person I am, it would be game over for me. It shouldn't matter to me anymore as I have proven, to myself, that I came from behind to catch up with my peer group from an educational and professional standpoint. It still weighs on me, I feel like others look at me and think that I must not be that smart because I'm only an XYZ at my job and not an ABC. Of course...

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