To the grocery store, up a mountain, across the country or to the finish line--
it's all an adventure.
Monday, March 2, 2009
The taste of the race.
Today, I went for a great 3 1/2 hour ride with my best friend. There were three climbs on our ride and we attacked* each other on each one, showing little mercy. I "lost" every time, by the way. I would arrive at the hill top, just recently popped**, and my friend would turn to me and beam, "that was fun!" Pant, pant, pant-- yeah. That was.
I feel like I have just licked the sharp, familiar and addicting taste of racing: And I want more.
I initially wasn't planning on racing this spring, but I just renewed my USACycling Road license.
*An attack is a sudden acceleration to force your competitor(s) to chase you down.