“i’m leaving, on a jet plane... don’t know when i’ll return again...”
it does not feel real. somehow, i am sitting here on an airplane, heading to dulles then on to brussels... why? to go race my bike. to go and race my bike for the us national team. against the top competition in the world. in two world cup races.
i need to take a breath. wow. how am i here? it does not feel real and it has not sunk in. i am sure it won’t sink in until i am on the start line, wearing the blue and red spiderman kit of the us national team. or will it even then?
as it is now, i am finally getting a chance to catch up and relax a bit. as you can tell from that last blog- the last few weeks have been madness. pure crazy and exhausting. the races this last weekend were, well, not great. i have not gotten the race reports up and will try and get them up soon, so you can read about it if you want. but what stands out from this last week was more car time than ride time and more pre-dawn wake-ups than a normal person should ever have. 5 AM now seems like sleeping in. this morning’s alarm was a crisp 3AM, after an 11PM night of packing and last minute errands.
i don’t feel fatigued, i feel excited. i am very much looking forward to just getting to focus on racing. my thesis is a bit back burner right now- since i have only edits and revisions to make at this point. no more data analyses and no more bulk writing. it is fairly well set and not i just have to make all the changes that my committee wants. that means that i can focus a lot more on the bike. i am glad for it too!
for now- i am excited... it is STARTING to feel real...
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