I’m sitting here in the back of an SUV, next to my bikes and
bags, getting ready for bed. It’s at the end of a long road trip and it’s got
me thinking what the heck am I doing here? Tonight, and for the next 4 nights
I’ll cuddling up with carbon, as I sleep in the back of a car, to save some
cash. I wouldn’t say it’s ideal, but there is something about it that gives me
a sense of commitment to my goals.
At the end of long training blocks, or long racing trips, or
anytime that I’m specifically tired, I get very thoughtful. Sometimes it’s with
a big grin on my face, thinking, “how in the hell did I manage to have such an
awesome trip”. Sometimes it’s a little less enthusiastic, “how did I mess that
up so bad?” This time it’s somewhere in between, fitting, because I’m somewhere
between where I was and where I’m trying to get to.
