It was one year ago that I started writing for No Meat Athlete.
One year ago, Matt called me inspirational and I accused him of being high. Obviously, hindsight being what it is, I realize could have handled that interaction with my future boss a little bit better.
Though Matt wouldn’t let me title this post with anything which may imply any impropriety of any sort, I’m going to say it anyway:
I’m glad Matt Frazier was high.
When Matt invited me to write that first post, it set off an amazing series of events. Over the last year, I’ve been allowed to come back to No Meat Athlete again and again to share information about the highs, the lows, and the just plain hysterical of running and triathlon. You read the ramblings of this No-Talent Ass Clown (my unofficial title on the site) and decided they didn’t suck…that much. For that, I thank you, even though I sometimes wonder if Matt’s been putting psychedelics in the No Meat Athlete shirts to make you high, too.
You, readers, are some of the loveliest, smartest, funniest, and most amazing people on the face of the planet. For all the shared jokes, genuine compliments, and acceptance of my addiction to spandex and cupcakes, I’m forever enamored with all of you. It’s for this reason that I’m sharing my big news here first:
…with a food baby! PSYCH! (Please excuse me for a second while I apologize to my mother for exploiting her desire for grandchildren in the name of humor…)
Here’s the big news:
I’m going to be writing for Competitor Magazine!
No…REALLY! You can quit laughing now. I’m really going to be writing for Competitor. They’re doing a re-vamp of the magazine and website, complete with big names like Ryan Hall, Kara Goucher, Deena Kastor…and some No-Talent Ass Clown named Susan Lacke is their new humor columnist.
If you still think I’m joking, check out my first column. See?
And yes, I insulted my new boss by calling him a freakin’ schmuck in my first post. I guess some lessons are harder to learn than others. At least I didn’t say he was high.
Don’t worry, Lovely NMAs — I’m not leaving you! As long as you’ll still have me, Matt’s letting me keep my title as NMA’s Resident Triathlete. You’ll still be getting my ramblings on this site once a month. In between NMA postings, I’d love to have you join me on Thursdays at Competitor.com and every month in the print magazine. I’ll also be guest-posting on other sites whenever the opportunity presents itself.
So Much Can Change in a Year
I feel so lucky to have gotten to be a part of your lives for the last year. Every day, I wake up and pinch myself: Stuff like this doesn’t happen to people like me! I still feel like it’s some sort of cosmic mistake, like the Universe is going to knock on my door one day and say,”Sorry, we meant to give this amazing life to someone else. We’ll be taking that back. Here…have a Slim Jim and some Doritos instead.”
Yes, even the Universe is high.
Again: THANK YOU!
I thank Matt for giving me my start as a writer and for putting up with my endless BS with more patience, understanding, and constructive criticism than Mother Theresa, the Dalai Lama, and all the world’s Kindergarten teachers combined. I thank my running and triathlon buddies for letting me recruit them into helping me test products or write articles to share with you. I thank my friends and family for actually admitting they know me when we’re out in public, even during those times I sweat profusely while wearing spandex.
Most importantly, I thank you, NMAs. As one (very small) token of my thanks, I’m offering a one-year subscription to Competitor Magazine to a lucky reader! To win, help me spread the word about my new column: Share my first post with Competitor.com on your Twitter or Facebook, then come back here and let me know you shared it. Yes, the honor system applies — given how awesome you’ve been over the past year, I trust you.
If I could wrap my arms around each of you and squeeze the (vegan) stuffing out of you, I would. You’ve made this past year incredible — I can’t wait to see what the next year’s got in store. I’m hoping for lots of health, laughter, and running carrots.
About the Author: Susan Lacke serves as No Meat Athlete’s Resident Triathlete. When she’s not swimming, cycling, or running, she can usually be found tripping over nonexistent obstacles or face-down in a plate full of cupcakes. Susan often lays awake at night trying to think of ways to make you laugh in 140 characters or less on Twitter: @Susan Lacke.