Life On Two Wheels

Along the river and toward the mountains a morning shadow shimmers across the road. The rays of the first light jet through the trees and across a figure gliding upon the road. His breath trails in short spurts, petrified as it hits the icy air. All is quiet except the slight sound of the athlete as he summons himself for yet another days work. Soon the rest of the world will bustle with life as well and the brief simplicity of cyclist and nature will disappear into the everyday struggle of life in full motion; the errands and intervals, the appointments and intersections, and the deadlines and finish lines OutPaceTheRace

Saturday, September 29, 2007

World championships

Stuttgart, Germany
Saturday, September 29, 2007

It’s over. The course looked selective, but it wasn’t. Maybe it will be for the pros, but I guess the whole “the racers make the race hard” always triumphs in the u23 championships. If we’d gone a bit harder between the hills I’m sure it’d have split into a more select group, but you get what you’re dealt and ultimately decide what you do… and maybe I wasn’t aggressive enough, or whatever. I’m not satisfied, but I suppose that’s how it always is… I guess its life; provided the trend continues and next year comes, I’ll have a chance to obtain a more redeeming experience. I did have a go in the last 250 meters, but it was… short lived and quite pathetic.

posted by Tom Peterson @ 1:09 PM