Throwing in the Towel.
This season just hasn't gone all that well. I thought I could lose the weight... but I didn't. I thought I could get in the miles... but I didn't. I thought I would race often... but I didn't. I thought I could fix the short circuit between my ears... but I didn't. There's a million reasons (excuses) for all of this, but the end result is that I'm just not riding as well as I could be. Every time I thought I might be able to turn it around, I slipped further behind. I'm fat, out of shape, and unmotivated. It was in this state that I started the 2014 Tour of Anchorage tonight. Since karma is a bitch, the first stage was a hill climb. I knew I wasn't going to do well, and I didn't disappoint myself. Out of 11 racers in my class, I finished 8th. I was almost a minute slower than the last time I raced that course, even though I set a new personal best for 20 minute power (don't know how that happened). The hard, cruel truth of the ma...