It’s been a turbulent Fall so far…a season of change in so many ways. The days are getting shorter, the mornings are crisp, and there’s an extra layer of calm that blankets the town.
Lately, I’ve found myself sipping a strange brew: the bitter taste of uncertainty in where I’m headed mixed with the sugar of confidence that it will all work out.
With all the change, the one constant has been my training. While the structure has been a bit looser than normal, it’s been enough to build some fitness, especially on the bike which has opened up some new, yet familiar doors.
A month ago I finished my first gravel bike race, the Crippler 50 miler in Cañon City. This experience tapped into something deep from my childhood, when I’d impulsively grab my chromed out 20″ BMX and just crank for 20 miles or so.
Exploration is what drives me. It always has. It scratches that itch I have to learn…about myself, the world, and the amazing people that live here.
I haven’t put any races on the calendar yet, but rest assured when I hit that next startline, whether it’s on a bike or in running shoes, I’m all in. Full send.