Can you say OUCH??? Who is that? That's Cyclist Azizulhasni Awang (say that three times fast). And he finished his latest race with that splinter stick through his leg. Not only did he finish the race after crashing and having that thing stuck in his leg, but he placed Third!!! Unbelievable. That's some serious dedication. Want to know more.....you can read the full story here.
As endurance athletes we all have varying levels of of dedication. But we are all dedicated. Many of you (us) get up in the wee hours of the morning - hours before the sunrise. We run in the rain, the wind, the snow. We cycle in hail storms. We have crashes and the road rash and battle scars to prove it. We swim in lakes that are full of floating trash and unseen sea monsters. But would we - would you - do this?
Some of you out there would be just like Azizulhasni. You would finish a race no matter what. You would crawl to the finish line! You would do anything in the name of your sport. Last summer I rode my bike through a major hail storm. It was crazy! I'm not sure if I would call it dedication, more like stupidity. I was with a group of two other people. We really wanted to get our ride in. The sky was pitch black, but we thought we could beat the storm. And we did for awhile, but then we turned this corner, and you could see the rain up ahead - you knew you were riding right into it and it looked scary. There really was no place to take cover, the best thing we could do was keep riding and hope we got back to our cars as soon as possible. First the wind started blowing hard, I could hardly keep the bike on the road. Then came the stinging rain, and then it started only a few pieces at first - HAIL. Then the hail really started falling; it felt like someone was throwing rocks at me. I look down at my arms and legs and I had small red circles all over my body. By the time we reached the car I looked like I had measles or something. Later that afternoon I developed several small bruises as proof of my insane ride through the hail storm.
So what drives you to keep going, even when the going is tough? What's the craziest thing you have ever done for the love of your sport or because you just weren't willing to quit? How do you define that fine line between stupidity and dedication?
