“We created a new…” He crosses it out. “We don’t create anything in science,” he says, in his usual condescending tone.
“But I like to create,” I think to myself, almost saying it out loud.
That was Monday. On Tuesday things changed. Well some things changed but some remained the same. The usual condescending tones were still present. Accusations were made. Truths were told. Feelings were unequally hurt. In the end, no real resolution.
Then came the stages of mourning. First disbelief. Did that really just happen? Then depression, followed by acceptance, relief, and finally liberation.
Fast forward to Saturday: race time. I pedal to the start line and see familiar faces. We all recall what we’ve experienced together. Fear, suffering, exhilaration. The starter says “go” and that is what I do. Hard. Two others follow, but I do the work. I don’t mind, knowing there is mutual respect.
In twenty one minutes the last four years have been erased. Recreation, perhaps. Re-creation, for sure.