What are My Opus Entry Fees Paying For?

My Opus entry fees are paying for......

...A Range Rover, but not car washes.

...a sweet Mazda 3. I stole Strats' zoom zoom.

...some really good beer. (I brought the winter ale but was happy to see some EPA)

...Heated man-shack.

...Some finely crafted awards.

...my 2014 replacement.

***no pic of: Mean Dog learning how to play poker.

...This guy to switch teams.

***no pic of: snowmobiling at 3 a.m.
***no pic of: Donimator falling asleep at the pool table.

...LSC's Elite Team.

What I'm paying for...Lack of sleep. That there is 5:03am on Sunday morning.

- P

Comments

Skibby said…

now that you have a camera your blogging has really improved. Gonna have to raise the entry fees next year...

11:29 PM

Race Categories:

(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

Slow

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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