This morning’s shenanigans went down just as I planned. Hurt like hell for 90 mins or so then let the other games begin. Three best friends toeing the line racing their race on the day before. Pushing it and having a blast. Couple beers for breakfast and a full day of race set up.
Today reminded us again, why we put on races. Because we love to race. Yes you can go out and do it on your own. Chances are though, you (we) won’t. A race gives you a day to measure yourself. A goal if you plan a little further out.
With short races, the gun goes off and you’re immediately redlined. If you can’t keep it check. You blow up. Today, I sat in a nice place of sustainable discomfort. Not world breaking speed, but not terrible.
With 14 events. We don’t get to race much anymore. So today was special for me. Giving my dudes high fives on the run. Not imploding on the run.
Tomorrow we put it on for everyone else. This is equally rewarding. Hopefully those racing are as mindful of we are that we get to do this. That measuring ourselves is a gift. That pushing your limits matters.