Busted! For what, I'm not sure...

Those of you who have tried to access this page in the last 24 hours may have seen that it had been "deleted". This was not my doing. In fact, I didn't even know about it. I had to pull a Huck Finn and attend my own funeral on Bob-O's blog to find out about it. Thanks to everyone who wrote me to express their concern.

In the "Give me my fucking blog back" process with blogger, I've learned that I was somehow flagged as spam by someone or something. Blogger suggests that this tends to happen when there are a lot of nonsense words in a blog or repeated links that all go to the same place. I am pretty sure that I am a real person. I know that my spelling is not perfect, but I wouldn't go so far as to say that my words are nonsense. I use links, but I'm pretty confident I vary up the links I use. Since I hadn't posted anything in a few days, I suspected foul play. I suspected that SOMEONE found my blog, didn't like something I had to say, and hit the "flag blog" button at the top of the page. Yesterday, as I waited impatiently for blogger to rule that I was worthy, I got angrier and angrier. I was incensed and devastated, and became more and more convinced that my suspicions were true.

Excerpt from Blogger:

The Flag as Objectionable button in the Navbar lets you notify us of problem blogs that you find, so we can review them and take appropriate action.

I had no proof, but I did some detective work and discovered that a certain individual about whom I stated some harsh opinions in my last post has a blog. Let's call her Chrissie (names have been changed, but if you're really curious you can scroll down to my last post and do some detective work of your own). I am not one to search for other people's race reports after I complete an event, but I know it happens. It is quite possible that Chrissie did a blog search for the race and found some not-so-nice things said about her, and decided to do something about it. This is what I was convinced happened.

Was I sorry? No. The internet is not censored, and I do not believe that I should have to sensor my own opinions. Was I sorry she might have read it? No, blogs are public, and I do not believe I said anything that was an attack on her character. I merely reproduced what she said along with editorial comments. I was actually a bit satisfied, but that's not a very nice thing to think. Was I sorry her feelings might have been hurt? Yes, but that did not warrant HAVING BLOGGER DELETE MY FUCKING BLOG! Was I sorry I used her real name? Yes, that wasn't fair. It has been changed. Was I fantasizing about revenge? Yes, but I was also fantasizing that I was noble enough not to act on it. My only retaliation would be to put a link to her blog, so that if you want to tell her what a douchebag and a cunt she was, that was your decision.

By the way, if I have any further problems in the future, you can find out what's going on at my old blog: nowetsuitgirl.blogspot.com.

But I had no proof it was her. You know, it probably wasn't her. And I'll probably never know if it was her. Buuuuuuuuut, in all my stalking of her and planning of revenge that I did yesterday I learned a little bit more about Chrissie:
1. She is not a very good writer, thus, she is a lesser human being.
2. Sunday was only her second tri ever. This adds another thing to her list of arrogant and offensive traits: Newbie Entitlement. You've met them, I'm sure: young newbies who do well in Podunkville's Fat Moms Over 50 Sprint Tri and Group Hug-a-thon and decide that they're physically gifted and believe they are entitled to win every single race because they haven't learned to work for it yet. They haven't learned what fast REALLY is yet.
3. Chrissie is going to be at my birthday party.

She's going to be at my birthday party? What? I'll explain. I decided oh.... about a week ago... to sign up for another half ironman this season. The first one I found was the EnduraSport New York Half Triathlon in Harriman Park, NY. From here on out we'll call it the Hairy Man Triathlon to avoid confusion. The Hairy Man course is like WICKED hilly with over 6,000' of elevation gain and drop on the bike and a big, fucking hill x2 on the run (out-and-back)...

Bike course profile. You do this 4 times.

Run profile

...And it's the day after my birthday! What a perfect place to have a birthday party!

So I signed up, even though I was already signed up for a century ride the next day. Whatever, it's my birthday, I can do whatever the hell I want! I was only going to use it as a long brick workout, but then I find out that Chrissie (who we need to find a better nickname for, because she is going to become an allegorical symbol from here on out on this blog) is going to be doing the Olympic distance at the same race. Now I HAVE TO beat her Olympic split times 2, no matter how much it hurts. Because if I go faster for twice as long, that would everlastingly prove what a badass I am and she's not.

And, by the way, I am aware that Chrissie IS me 3 years ago. We are of similar athletic abilities, we lead oddly parallel lives, and I am fully aware that the reason that I distained her so much is because she reminded me so much of me in a phase I'm only just growing out of. Still, I did bike and swim faster than she did.