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Why I Race, Part 2

Last Saturday I rode 100 miles in scenic wine country around Carlton. I’m fairly certain we rode by at least 40 or 50 wineries. While I only drank Perpetuem that day, I soaked in the sun and the beautiful views from the top of Bald Peak and the rolling hills of Yamhill and Washington county.

What does this have to do with racing? Everything. The race is only one day of a multi-month equation. Training is racing; while the race may be the motivation to get out of bed at 6am for a swim, the day-to-day workouts are the meat of the journey.

As we were rolling along, I was ecstatic, meditative, and deeply content. There’s a reason why they call it church of bike. I couldn’t help but think this is what I live for.

Bike Magic: it's real

Bike Magic: it’s real

Racing forces me to get out, to challenge and push myself, but also literally to be outside. I have to go put in the miles, both on foot and on bike. And I love every second of it, rain, wind or sun.

Why I race, part 1