Fall semester of 2010 might have been the worst semester/time of my life. Filled with frustration of the worst classes and professors known to man kind it really made me rethink what i really wanted to do in this life of mine. Christmas break had come and gone and training soon began in my first year as a cyclist. Spring semester began a few weeks later and i soon felt as if i left off in the exact same spot as last semester. Ill admit i tend to stress quite a bit and be hard on my so frustration can easily build. As the semester started to take shape things were finally turning around. My grades were high and so were my spirits.
International Business. A class that i would rate as "ok" would soon turn into one of the best experiences of my life. Not knowing anyone in class and now having to make groups for the rest of the semester i kinda groaned to myself thinking of who ill get stuck with being that the rules was one commuter per group. Silly rule i no. No sooner did the class scamper around to find their friends to be in their group a girl 2 seats aways asked if i wanted to join her group. Initially thinking "oh god they are all staring at me" i said sure why not. With out first group meeting about a week or so later i felt like the odd man out walking to the library because they all new each other. The meeting started off with introductions and soon lead to watching funny videos. As we went into more detail about ourselves i told them about track and cycling and all three made the same reaction with a blank stare at me. I guess being a skinny little white kid doesnt equate to the athletic build of a typical sprinter/jumper or a good cyclist. But with hours of laughter aside we surprisingly got more work than i initially though we would done. After the meeting with Helena, Kevin, and O i was asked to dinner by Helena. After a brief argument saying that i would stay for 30 minutes i found myself having dinner for the next 4 hours. The conversation we had that night is one that ill never forget till the day that i die. My abs hurt so much from all the laughter it felt like i did a few hundred crunches. From sports stories to serious talks about life its just one of those talks that stays in the back of your mind forever. On the car ride home that night i let my thoughts wonder and i said to myself "i think this is the start of a beautiful friendship" (epic casablanca quote no need for applause). The semester roared on and before you new it i was a seasoned professional on the bike except i kept crashing. But those will be the stories for another day so stay tuned! Sorry ok ill continue. So the semester was flying by and classes could not be better. Our group meetings soon became the highlights of my days. The meeting consisted of 2 hours of joking and watching funny videos before we actually did work. Normally theres always one buzz kill in the group that always wants to do work but by getting laughter out of the way we were able to focus better. Its funny how when you put four completely different people together how well things work out. First you have O. O is extremely quite and we find ourselves yelling at him once in a while to speak louder but a great kid none the less. Than theres Kevin lol. Quite the character indeed. The top half of his body like an ox and the bottom half like a 12 year old school girl. (hes gonna kill me if he reads this but <3 u kevin)(not gay). Also very quiet and ill never let him live down the group presentation with his shaky hands. Finally theres Helena. The queen of mean. LOL just kidding, but no really im not, ok yes i am. As loud as one can be but the most caring person you'll ever meet and probably the best friend ill ever have. A few times she laughed so loudly the QU library security had to bust into our study room. Last but not least would be me and im pretty loud myself but all together we created one hell of a group. To celebrate the end of the semester we had an epic day of bowling with our top bowler Kevin already talking trash on the car ride there. He came in last both games just for the record.
The semester came closing faster than i had ever hoped and for the first time in my life i was dreading summer. As much as i like to hide my emotions sometimes its not really a good thing sometimes. As hard as it may be to come out and tell the truth in certain situations sometimes it just has to be done. This certain someone (who im sure or at least i hope you have figured out by now) really makes my days that much better. Whether it being just hanging out with her or a simple text message sometimes you just cant help but to smile. Emotions are funny things and for the longest time i felt as if id never feel them again until at one splitting moment in time where the simple question of "are you going to miss me?" broke me down into the smallest of particles. As my hero in life Mark Cavendish says always wear your heart on your sleeve this was exactly what i did. As hard as it may be to tell someone how you feel sometimes its only for the best and after telling her how i felt i made the right decision by doing so.
To end this post i give you a few parting words. As tough as things may get sometimes whether in life or having a race in the monsoon (which will be an epic story coming soon) just do your best and speak your mind. I feel that there are only a few people that will come along in your life and really make a difference and those are the people worth keeping forever. Sometimes you just might be stuck as a friend but with the soul of an athlete i find it ever impossible to just give up when you truly like someone no matter the circumstance.
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