I hatched up a big plan for this summer. I wanted to race my bike up and down the spine, through the heart of the Colorado mountains, and from the Utah border to the US/Mexican border. Known to some as the bike packing triple crown. Been burning in my head for years. Was gonna finally make it happen this year.
Thing is that the universe doesn’t always follow the wild hair ideas that get beat around inside our heads. Sometimes reality bites and spits you and your adventures out into little pieces.
This was gonna be be my last big hurrah as far as bike racing goes. Been torn the past few years with all my energy going into racing bikes and not much left for anything else. I was looking around and seeing more and more opportunities that would not be possible with all the time, money and energy going towards racing, bikes and training.
I’m torn up inside about this decision. I really do want to race big, real Big this summer. The reality is that my body is feeling beat down and some long neglected injuries are getting worse and kicking my ass. Does make me feel lucky in that for years I have gotten away with beating myself to a pulp and kept on going, showing up for race after race and made due with what I had. I really was lucky for so many years.
The adverse isn’t so bad. I have lots of projects on the back burner. I have an amazing backyard that I still am aching to explore more and more. I have a wonderful partner that wants to get out there and adventure with me. It is a tough pill to swallow right now and I have been in denial for weeks that maybe, just maybe I can still make it to Banff in June. Not gonna happen this year.
Sometimes life takes away your perfect ice cold soda pop, but then you find some lemons and make kick ass lemonade. Carry on my brothers and sisters, keep on rocking.