Racing means stories. No matter how hard, how bad or how great. Each pedal stroke spins the legends and laughter that no doubt will follow. Miss out and you have missed everything. The glory and the results will fade,but the the stories will grow.
As a result I have been back in the fire. Seeking out bigger races and ridding the horn of the saddle trying hard not to come unglued.Digging deep and racing better than logic can explain. Some might think I have I stumbled onto some secret well of fitness that I have been hiding or that I am out to prove something, but the reality of it is my 6 to 1 training plan sometimes is more than I can do.
But being down on fitness is no problem.I race head on into the stories that await; racing with a willingness to open the throttle just to see what happens.Wondering how long or how far can I hold it. Running it hot until the tale starts weaving itself in plan view while others observe to add colour commentary later in the car ride home.
I was going to write about the races. Had the intention of writing the big race report. The " I did his, they did this" kinda recount that would have you riveted to your seat. But then , it all sounded the same. For now I going to go race. I am sure a more entertaining store will surface.
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