Scott McIntyre

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Struggle City

Monday 23rd Feb
So, it's now about 4 weeks out from the Ride to Give where I have to ride about 500km from Wagga Wagga, through the hills and down to Albury, then back to Wagga over 3 days. To say I'm struggling with this is an understatement. I haven't been able to get into a routine and be on the bike regularly. When I have, I've been bored out of my head. Probably a combination of a few things: 1. I'm not a good exerciser at the best of times. Whenever I did exercise it was to do with playing sport of some sort, tennis, footy, swimming etc. I'm no good at and have never been good at exercising by myself in a solo act. 2. My head these days is full of 50-year-old thoughts and worries and priorities. I worry about my kids, I worry about money, I worry about my job and if I am doing things well, I worry about all the commitments I have in life as a 50 year old and how I ended up here, 50, divorced, re-partnered with a blended 5 kids, a new job in a new part of the country for me, am I doing enough for others, am I worth it.......it goes on. Some days are very dark. Some days are very bright. I think that is probably not unusual for a lot of people my age. 3. I have always left things until the last minute. I work well under pressure. If things are too easy, I struggle to motivate. I am telling myself this will be hard, and get on the bike and get fit, but the connection between thought and action seems to be busted. That's probably also quite normal for 50-year-old blokes. I haven't done much about raising money either, not a lot has gone into it from me so far. I need to up that now. 

As a kid one year Greg and I rode from our farms 16km one way into Lismore to go for a swim then ride home again after. We did it all pre-season for footy. we got very fit. We had a great year in the footy. We had previously not won a game for 3 years. We made the Prelim Final that year. Riding was fun. Riding felt good. I would ride the 3km to the bus stop each morning and afternoon when I went to school, then when I went to Ballarat I'd ride from my Grand Parents house around the lake to school most days. Riding was an escape. Now I'm escaping the riding!

The work that Boys to the Bush does help skids directly who aren't currently making the sort of memories I have from my childhood. They don't have a choice. Through no fault of their own, and often through the fault of no one, they are not as fortunate, safe, cared for and nurtured like I was. The reason I'm challenging myself with this ride is to try and prove to myself that I can do it, and to try and raise awareness and $ that can directly help kids. 

Thanks for reading, I'm going for a ride this arvo. 

Ride Number 1

Thursday 8th Jan

First ride on a road bike in about 20 years. Sore bum. Numb left hand, only the little and ring fingers, I don't know how that works. Perhaps something to do with turning 50. The bike I am borrowing is amazing. Somehow managed to not fall off at the traffic lights with the clip in shoes. Had to ride straight to the bike shop at the end of the ride to buy gloves. The bloke took one look at my helmet and threw it in the bin. He said something about stack hats being out of fashion or some such malarky. No Lycra yet. The only other rider I saw on the journey was a fella with his dog on the back of his bike in a milk crate. (The dog was in the milk crate). I tried to engage him (the fella) in a discussion, but he was going too quick as he passed me with no hands on the bars and talking to someone. I didn't see any headphones in his ears. (the dog wasn't talking to anyone I don't think). At one stage I started singing to myself out loud because it felt so good.

 

As a kid I'd ride everywhere. Because we had to. It was most often for fun. Doing monos up the drive way but using a dry puddle as a lift off point. I had a really good BMX type thing that went from zero to a hundred in about 5 seconds and would safely get me over the cattle grid, up passed the old dairy, or to the chook house and back, with no issues. I don't know where the money came from for those things in those years, but they materialised regularly. My siblings were a bit younger so I had a lot of time to myself, had to make my own fun. But that was great. I was free to do that in a safe place. I was never scared. Only my silly nightmares. I think I must have seen a news story about the effect on kids of horror movies. That was enough to make me have nightmares. I was very innocent and loved. I think the scariest incident in those years was being dragged by mum and dad on a progressive dinner and watching a Bond movie late at night at a neighbour's house and having bad dreams about the baddies.

 

I know I am lucky to have those memories. A lot of kids don’t. They aren't allowed to, nor are they put in circumstances where they can.

 

I hope by raising some money to support our work at Boys to the Bush and the team at Back Track, we can make a difference to some kids, help them have a better childhood, and allow them the privilege of reflecting on fun times when they get older. 

First Crack

Friday 26th Dec

Woops

Tuesday 23rd Dec
Not sure how this will go, but lets see

Thank you to my Sponsors

$27.81

Phillipa

Just keep on pumping the legs!! It will pump air to your heart and soul!!!

$43.60

Jo

Proud of you!!!

$11.65

Sarah Corte

You’ve got this!

$100

Philip Moon

Remember that night we rode from Uni down to the faraway tree bout 11pm? Good training, plus you have the worlds biggest calves..

$106.12

Roslyn Mcintyre

$103.72

Peter Gronow

Great work Scotty. I look forward to your training up dates.

$54.12

Anonymous

$54.12

Hugh Mcintyre

Better get training!

$106.12

Jase

Onya true blue

$52.92

Sally

Love it Scotty! Look forward to catching up in the next 2 weeks!

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ACKNOWLEDGEMENT OF COUNTRY

In the spirit of reconciliation, we acknowledge the Traditional Custodians of Country throughout Australia and their connections to land, sea and community. We pay our respects to their Elders - past, present and emerging - and extend that respect to all Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples.

This year we ride across the land of the Wiradjuri, Ngunnawal, Tarlo, Burra Burra, Wollondilly, Pajong, Parramarragoo and Cookmal peoples. We acknowledge and respect these living cultures and their peoples, as the traditional custodians of the land on which we ride and pay tribute to the unique role that they have played and continue to play in the region.