The Glamour of P17

For a good long time I believed that the only person truly happy after a championship race is the winner. He or she won and is beaming with their new jersey, second place is bummed wishing for more, third place is content but also wanting to have done better, a similar feeling among places four through last.

Here I am one week after nationals and I’m perfectly happy with the day. p17 feels like a strange vantage point to have this reflection because that feels perfectly mehh. But I raced hard, raced smart, my body felt strong from start to finish, feeds were dialed, the entire bike performed flawlessly, what else could I ask for?

Bonus: after what feels like a long time away from national level events, it was great to catch up and race with my buddies.

Bigger bonus: traveling and racing with Laura for a date weekend sans kids!

(Thanks Grandma)