So when you’re tired of blowing money, facing endless miles of windshield time, counting calories, trainer-time, charting power, incompetent teammates, worthless training diaries, analyzing heartrates, self-denial, rolling in crappy weather because you have to, idiotic directors, saying ‘no’ to life, dried-up sponsorship, you may find that zen moment. It doesn’t matter.
You are ready to be an ex/bikeracer.
Embrace the freedom and realize you can be that kid again who rides just because they can. Take each opportunity to spin as it comes and don’t ever take it for granted. The wind in your face is a fleeting pleasure, and tomorrow it may not happen. The smile on your face as you know you’ve been blessed to spend your time doing something you love. All you had to do is find that love once again.
Where's the kid who used to ride because they COULD?
You are finding out what it feels like to be an ex/bikeracer.
Cotton t-shirts and sweatshirts. Dirty khakis. Sneakers. Underwear. You don’t need a kit to roll out the door. You don’t mind looking… normal.
You are finding your way to the freedom of an ex/bikeracer.
Pizza, alfredo, wine, hamburgers, steaks, bread, desserts, beer, biscuits and gravy, pancakes with extra butter, whiskey, cookies become part of your diet.
You just don’t care and you’re an ex/bikeracer.
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