Square one.

A month ago I was pulling through right next to Cervelo TestTeam's Dom Rollin, a couple of weeks ago I was in a break with B. Walton and a national duathlete champion, today I couldn't even do one lap of the famed Tuesday Night Drives Ride. I'm not sure what happened. But all I know is that I was standing on the side of the road sulking and feeling frustrated. And it suddenly occurred to me that my behavior was strange. I couldn't remember why I do this to myself. It's definitely an alien feeling when you forget what you're supposedly passionate about.

Bossman BG says: This is what happens to bike racers. It is the down side to racing nearly every weekend, traveling a lot, and trying to work a full-time job. You cannot expect to be fast every single day.

I've lost so much perspective to this sport because I'm always trying to focus on getting better and faster... I've realized that somewhere in all that I kinda lost touch with the "but why?" part of that equation.I mean I know I love it. But I need to rediscover how I know I love it.