I stand corrected. Despite the fact that you are in your thirties, have never raced before, don't even know the rules, and, in the big picture, are without any meaningful amount of natural talent, you can still score a Nike sponsorship if you hate your job enough to just quit and give your dream a try.
A Dream, some hate, 10,000 hours to kill, and the Internet; apparently, the right combination thereof can take you a long, long way. Most 30-something men in America have at least 3 of the 4. Perhaps it's time you started figuring out what you're missing.
Naturally, I'll have to go with you, which blows my whole weekend. But that's my commitment to you.
|I used to have a van...|
Maybe your dreams are a tad smaller. For example, Kev29er wants to be able to survive the SM100 and still be the righteous dad that he is. So he's making time for it, and that time is very, very early. Shawn has a notion to ride the Southern Traverse in the dark so we can't see the looming thunderstorms. These are stellar ideas, albeit less of a stretch than beating Tiger Woods at his game, but for those of us without 10,000 hours to burn, they're at least a little closer to home.
What I'm saying is, I'm in.
Charge your shit.
Up, up, up.