“My name is Michelle and I am sometimes too competitive.”

I imagined myself at “Competitives Anonomous” as I struggled to get rid of the huffy-puffy yellow shirted creature I’d managed to get stuck to my back wheel.

This piece of debris had been riding very slowly – until I overtook it (/him). I did so perfectly innocently, but clearly he did not like being chicked, and was now actually becoming quite a nuisence.

You see – this was meant to be a recovery ride, and I was meant to be (had been!) riding at a nice comfortable pace, even as I glided past him.

Then it happened – and he chose to stick to me. I could just see his shadow creeping over me, and his front wheel kept overlapping my back in the most annoying fashion. Now – having overtaken someone, I don’t much like to see them again. I certainly don’t want to see their back end as they pass me.

So – my recovery ride ended and the speed just kept increasing. Eventually, my legs gave way on a little hillock, and he swept past. On his way, he broke ALL conventions. He drew up next to me and said: “It’s a good thing you didn’t overtake me at the start of my 30mile ride, I couldn’t keep this pace up that long.”

Now- here are my internal replies to the snotty little quip:

1: 30 miles is not a very long way, it is a tootle in the garden.

2: I am on a recovery ride (which you have RUINED) becuase I am injured and I have not been on a bike since Sunday becuase my BUM HURTS.

3: All of that aside – you’re overtaking me still makes you slow for someone of your sex… becuase I have a VAGINA.

Anywayss, that aside – he got away for a bit and I gave up. Before changing my mind and resorting to childishly chasing him down and sitting on his back wheel. Actually after drafting a while I almost wanted to pull out all the stops and overtake again but thatseemed a little antagonistic and childish…

Now – all this, if I was fighting fit, might not matter so much. But I’m not – my left glute (I hate that word – I mean bum) – started to hurt Saturday night, for no appratent reason. I raced Sunday anyway but it was pretty painful and it hasn’t gone away since.

It has actally been getting better, but my ridiculous little race today probably set me back a days recovery, if not more.

So – that is my confession.

I have a competition problem.

And you know what – come next year – if I can stick to the plan coach has for me – it’s about to get a whole lot worse. You see, competition makes you work hard, and when properly applied (eg NOT as in today), it has a great effect.

Most of the plan is of course secret – but I will reveal a portion: finally, I have an actual goal – and it’s bloody exciting.

So yes – My Name Is Michelle – and I Have A Competition Problem.

And I’m going to milk it for everything it’s worth.

(Just as soon as my bottom stops hurting.)

Published by michellearthurs

I'm an NCTJ Journalist and work at Cycling Weekly. Previous to this, I was the Editor at Total Women's Cycling. I've also dabbled in marketing and copywriting - having been Marketing Coordinator and Social Media/Content Editor at Evans Cycles. My first job was working on a local newspaper.  I've written for a variety of titles on a freelance basis, too. I got into cycling when I entered my first triathlon in 2010. I now race crits, road races, time trials, and do a lot of track training for not very much track racing.

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