Pyro's Yard v2.0

This is a modified/extended version of an email I sent to Graham "German" Kelly. I frequently question whether what I do, in terms of Adventure Racing, is worth it. I'm of average fitness, probably never ever going to make a podium place, the news, an international team, or any money out of it. I pay substantial quantities of money to put my body and mind through a hundred variations on the theme 'hell'. I neglect my girlfriend, I put my career in potential jeopardy, and I hurt myself. I torture my legs and lungs, question my own sanity, mistake my intentions for my abilities, curse any and every deity that might possibly exist, and then arrive - wheezing - at the end, to all-too-readily forget my pain, once I have spent the next week recovering from, and paying for, my physical excesses. Would I change any of the above for a nice, comfortable life of couch-based ignominy? Hell no. Craig from Fast & Light has as his email signature the quote "mediocrity...

"...Is there anybody alive out there?" Okay, I shouldn't start posts with Springsteen lyrics too often, but tonight I feel like making an exception. Life has it's ups and downs. Some days have more of each than others. Today I signed for a new house. An 'up' because it's exciting and new. A 'down' because it means I'm leaving the place I've lived for the past 18 months, and this is an awesome house too. Opportunity whispered again, and I'm deliberating the relative merits of her offer. It will be an amazing shot in the dark, but it could have an effect on my social life later in the year. But grabbing the bull by the horns is always fun... Pyro