Awww yeah! After a good chunk of shut eye last night I'm feeling pretty darn good this morning. Race day mornings are always filled with excitement, eagerness, nervousness and unanswered questions. These questions are often about things I have no control over. Which real pros will show up? What dominating teams will stack the field? Is it gonna rain or be too hot or too cold or too windy? I usually brush the questions off to the side with another cup of joe and more trance music. I've learned to stop questioning myself and to just believe in myself and know that I'll try my best. The mornings of "did I train properly?" don't fly anymore. It is what it is and well I'm just thankful I'm healthy enough to throw down with the fastest in CO and I would even argue in the U.S. So today is going to be fun and a great learning experience with my new team. Although the entire squad won't be there we're coming with some serious horsepower and I fully expect us to be in the mix of things from start to finish. I've raced dozens and dozens of crits but the first one of the season is always the most interesting because the sensations you get in racing can never be duplicated in your hardest training ride. I guess that's why I love to race. So on that note, I'm gonna make me another espresso, eat some breakfast, turn up the volume with a little State of Trance, read my race day quote and live life. GAME ON!
"It is not the critic that counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles. Or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, and comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement. And at worst, If he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat."
— President Theodore Roosevelt, "The Man in the Arena", Paris, 1910
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