I am Miss Kitty

I confess.

I have done things which I now regret and which I wouldn't do again. But it was just this one time. And I didn't intend to. And its someone else's fault but I take full responsibility.

Its just that Velo Bella management puts so much pressure on us for the wins. BAR points is all they care about. (Or is it BAT points?) We have families, lives, remodeling projects, margarita nights...but none of that matters.

The only thing that matters is beating Velo Girls in the BAR competition.

I am not going to name names, because this is my confession. I will just call her "Sienna". "Sienna" was the lynchpin of the BAT points operation. She was always there, with her perfectly cut apples and watermelon and hard boiled eggs in their perfect little tupperware. Day after day, no matter how long the stage, she had everything all perfect.

Too perfect.

No one can be that perfect. Not day after day. Eventually, the body breaks down, gives up, wants to sleep in, walk around the house with bedhead and wear fuzzy slippers. But not "Sienna". As the race grew on, she grew stronger. She even made cheese tortellini for crying out loud.



It was too much. I cracked under the pressure.

So, on the last stage I did not have oatmeal, or a bagel, like the rest of the team.

I had a...

{gulp}

Pop Tart

{exhale}

A ...this is very hard for me.....

....frosted strawberry pop tart.

But I did not toast it, and even though there are two to a package, I limited myself to one. And I didn't eat the dry corners. Oh, but the frosted part in the middle was so very good. And it gave me the wings I needed to win the stage and clinch the overall for the team.

And for one day, I finally got the glory. But...at what price?



My handmade Liebold award with the little trees and the teeny padlock glued to the wood is in a box at home, you can come and collect it. What matters to me are my memories.