Rex Loves Me Either Way
It came as a surprise to me that I really am done with racing.
As early as mid-summer 2016 I had begun to plot my 2017 season. I wanted to do Tuesday night criteriums, some mountain bike races, and local cyclocross races. I talked with a couple close friends about doing some close out-of-town trips to race the mountain bike.
Training has been awesome. Not the full-on, disciplined training of old, but old-fashioned hard riding. I'm in great shape. I feel fast. I love the pain and hurt associated with riding on the rivet.
But I don't see the point in racing. It just won't accomplish anything for me. I can ride my bike (when it's convenient) and ride it fast and hard and enjoy the hell out of it, and I don't need to race as a way to justify it.
Good. I'm happy. I'm at ease with it. Whew, that was way harder than it should have been. Now I just have to find another tag-line under Pedal Brake Pedal.