Life On Two Wheels

Along the river and toward the mountains a morning shadow shimmers across the road. The rays of the first light jet through the trees and across a figure gliding upon the road. His breath trails in short spurts, petrified as it hits the icy air. All is quiet except the slight sound of the athlete as he summons himself for yet another days work. Soon the rest of the world will bustle with life as well and the brief simplicity of cyclist and nature will disappear into the everyday struggle of life in full motion; the errands and intervals, the appointments and intersections, and the deadlines and finish lines OutPaceTheRace

Saturday, September 23, 2006

Quelling the anger...

I've never done a race where so much stupid stuff happened. I guess the main problem was that the course wasn't hard enough so you were always fighting with the pack fodder to maintain position at the front. But this was fine, no big deal... It becomes a sprinters race. But that's not what really got under my skin... Let's just say that sitting in all day and following no moves is never going to get us a win, and I largely attribute this to the general attitude on the national team of let's just finish the race. Enough said.