AAARRGGGHHHHH! OK, now that I've got that out of my system, I'll see if I can compose myself enough to find words.
This afternoon I rode my weekly 11 mile time trial course. I was so pleased that today I achieved my personal best with an average speed of 20.6 mph. I know that for many of you this is not that big a deal, but for me it's an accomplishment that has eluded me for the past year.
Full of satisfaction, dripping with sweat, and eager to find someone to share this with, I dash through the back door, find my wife and say, "Guess what? I just did my personal best on my time trial today!" My lovely bride did not share my joy. Rather, I'm rebuffed with the comment, "You sound just like your father." Now I know that she's not referring to the many admirable qualities he has. No, she is referring to one of his less commendable traits, that of sometimes being loud as a way to gain attention and seek personal affirmation that he is indeed a creature with which one must reckon.
Well, it matters not if her comment was intentional. The effect was as if it were. The air that was filling my sails, suddendly was gone. Damn, I hate the fact that she is probably right on most occassions. I can be like my father. Afterall we carry the same genetic stock. But not today. It was a genuine thrill to reach this personal best. Why do the ghosts of our parents come back to haunt us?