The results are in. I won. And seriously, it was nearly the most draining two weeks of my life.
I’ve been having nightmares about this Steve guy for days. Every time I looked over my shoulder, he was gaining on me. Every time I looked away, he pulled ahead of me. I’d go to sleep at night with a slight lead, and wake up with a 2-point deficit – so eventually I just stopped sleeping. You wouldn’t think I’d feel so terrorized by a guy from Minnesota who wears a Speedo, but as I’ve said before, the Internet’s a crazy place.
This election thing turned into an endurance event all its own - but now it’s over. This year, I got to play the role of Normann Stadler in 2006, while Steve was Chris McCormack (except that I promise not to accuse him of drafting later on). And, just like Macca, if we have a rematch one year from now, it’s very likely that he’ll kick my butt.
Because if there’s one thing I learned over the past two weeks, it’s that Steve has an awesome blog. I clicked over there many times to see how this guy was getting so much support, and I immediately became a fan. He’s on my Bloglines now, and I can’t wait to see what’s he’s got up his sleeve for 2008.
(On a related note: if I should become embroiled in some sort of sex scandal next year, or if any drunken college pictures of me start circulating the Internet, he’ll make a fine champion after I’m forced to step down. Not that I’m forecasting anything. Let’s just move on.)
Likewise, during this contest, I made a point of visiting all of the other blogs, some of whom I had never seen before. What I found is a multitude of great writers and athletes, each with a unique voice that contributes to this strange, wonderful tapestry that we call our endurance sports community.
So I received the most votes and I get to fly the “Best Blog” ribbon you see above – but I don’t for a minute consider myself the best blogger out there. Rather, during this particular contest, I was fortunate to have my own personal Karl Rove engineering a successful campaign behind the scenes.
In fact, if not for my wife, I likely would have finished the contest as I started: languishing in single digits near the bottom of the pile. Self-promotion isn’t really my strong suit, but encouragement and support are definitely hers. During the first week of voting, we had a discussion that went something like this:
Her: You should tell people you’re in this contest, and ask them to vote for you.
Me: Nah … I already mentioned it once. I thought I’d just leave it alone, and see what happens.
Her: You’re getting your butt kicked. You need some help.
And with that, the campaign was born. She sent e-mail distributions, talked up my blog to friends and family, and solicited perfect strangers at computer terminals at the public library (um … was that legal? If I’m asked to testify on this, I’ll make like Alberto Gonzales and suddenly forget everything that happened under my watch. I’d better just stop talking now.)
So my wife was The Architect, but this still wouldn’t have happened without a lot of support from my regular readers out there. (I’d thank the lurkers as well, but since we’re pretending to not know about each other, I can’t officially acknowledge you here. That’s your own double-edged sword of silence). If you took the time to click over to raceAthlete and cast a vote, thank you very much. And if you somehow figured out a way to vote twice, thanks doubly – but maybe we shouldn’t mention this in public anymore. I’m already teetering uncomfortably close to disqualifying myself.
In the final analysis, this whole contest was simply another example of how I typically presume that I can manage just fine all by myself, but eventually figure out that I’m much better off with the assistance and goodwill of others. I can’t tell you why accepting help is so excruciating for me – I just hope that one of these days I’ll learn not to question it so much. And hopefully I can figure out a way to repay all of the kindness that’s been shown to me around here lately. For the time being, just know that it’s all very much appreciated.
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I don’t always know where I’m headed, but I’ll try to make things as interesting as possible while getting there. And – as I’m constantly learning – the more people who come along, the more enjoyable the journey becomes. So thanks for stopping by today, and you’re welcome to join me for the ride.