Anger and cake are rarely used in the associative clause. Moreover, they have the likelihood of being polars of each other. Well, for the sake of this post, let us assume I'm feeling unique.
Dave Scott once said that during Triathlon training, there are days when you feel like broccoli, and days when you feel like twinkies. He, nor I, can explain why. Today's post was brought-to-you by the following four words: Coconut frosted chocolate cake.
Last night, someone baked me a cake of this nature, and left it for me. I don't know who, or when, but I woke up this morning to find it by my door. Don't ask me why, but it tastes exquisite. Not in the sense of decadence, or guilt-laden desserts, but in the alleving taste of Gatorade after running 10 miles in 80 degree heat. So for as long as this dark creature exists before me, it will be my friend.
Someone once said that anger is a utilitarian tool in Triathlon. One's ability to channel this primal emotion, can enhance and and at times, maximize one's performance. So when I tell myself "Get T'd Off", I'm not really angry in the societal definition of the word, but rather I'm resorting to a primal means of propulsion.
On my ride today, though it was only about 20 or so miles, there were many hills that by their nature, frustrated me. So I got t'd off.
I attacked 4 times, each attaining a heart rate of higher than 170 bpms. The only reason I find this significant, is due to the fact that I've never really "attacked" like I did today. I widened my eyes, pulled up on the handlebars, and really moved foward. Succinctly put, as I sit here now, I am no longer angry. I am driven.