There is a reason why I do this sport. There are moments and days that I question that, yet then there is that moment of clarity. I am reunited with teammates, with friends, with passion.
Today was a beginning at the Merco Cycling Classic. But on the asphalt was not where I kindled my love. It was with my team, my peers, my competitors, my supporters, my friends. There is a reason why I do this sport. It isn’t the raw power, the sheer speed, or the adrenaline rush. It is for so much more.
Today was a start. A start is sometimes just that. A start. It will be a different start to 2012 then I ever anticipated, but each day I get to pedal my bicycle, I know there is a reason. Sometimes it is best to be cautious, but at least I know there is a reason.