A series of unfortunate events
Have you ever experienced consecutive series of events toppling down on you? Have you ever thought Murphy came back from the grave and started providing you special attention? It happened to me and here’s my story.
It was the month of February in the year 2015. Along with friends, I signed up for Vodafone Cyclothon, a 40-km race conducted every year. Having participated in the same race the previous year, I was very confident of finishing it comfortably this year. The preparation started a week or two before the race. Sangeetha, my friend and I, went around the city over several races to get our stamina and confidence levels up.
Just two days before the event, we went on a 20km practice round and we comfortably reached back to our respective homes by 9 o clock in the morning. Having lost my cycle key previously and knowing that I will be going out in couple of hours, I left my bicycle unlocked, within my building premises. I slept for the next three hours, woke up and discovered that my cycle is missing. Someone stole it :’(
I felt dejected and thought to myself that my plans for the event are drenched in the rain. I had also purchased a new helmet and tail lamps for my bicycle :(
A hope of glimmer struck when I called up Sangeetha and she said I can borrow her cycle. May be it’s not bad, after all!
On the d-day when I borrowed the cycle, I realised my problems have just began. Unlike my own bicycle, which has a iron frame attached to the front and rear tyres, this one had a suspension attached to seat. Imagine racing while sitting on bunny. Added to that, the seat is really low and my knees would often touch the handlebar. The cycle might be okay for me for short rides, but for a 40km race, it was terribly unsuitable.
I thought to myself that I will struggle a bit, but eventually complete the race. On the contrary, I struggled a lot. When I went to the venue, I first approached the organisers for a wrench to help me raise the seat, hoping it would give me some comfort. The organisers told me that there will be a mechanic shop in the track itself and I was asked to join the race.
The race is a 40km long one consisting of four laps (with 10km track per lap) with a cut off time of one and half hour. On my bicycle, I would normally average a speed of 23km/hr, but on my friend’s bicycle, I am only manage to cough up an average of 17km/hr.
I somehow managed lap one, also to discover that the mechanic with the wrench hasn’t yet arrived. I went into lap two and still didn’t find the mechanic. I persevered and went into lap three. This was really tough, considering that the cycle that I’m riding is not perfect for racing and I’m using it for the first time. I somehow dragged my legs to pedal it and finished this lap. When I was getting into lap four, the organiser tried to stop me as I was well past the cut-off. I said “No! I came to finish the race” and dodged him to get into lap four.
Lap four was the worst of all. I literally had no energy to pedal, all thanks to the awesome cycle that I’m riding. But, I got a little room to ride slowly, as now I just had to finish the race (without bothering about time.. I’m probably the last). Added to my tiredness, there were many riders who were riding along the track with their medals. My mind panicked for a moment, but I calmed it down. “They have all completed the race and heading back home!!!”.
At the finish line, people were shouting for me! “Hurray! Hurray!” Remember, the audience will always remember the first and the last guy to finish :P Just to add to my happiness, I also went and spoke to one girl who was cheering for me through the race. During lap three, I thought to myself that if I completed the race, I will talk to her! So, yes! :D
“Always remember determination can take you miles (sorry kilometers, if you are from India) ;)
This blog is derived from a facebook post that I posted on the day of the event. You can find the original post here