A bit about me.

I hate to admit it, but I'm tired. I'm hurting. I've had a rough year.

I'm now a business owner, and that's tiring.

I've crashed twice. I've broken my hand, 8 ribs and collapsed my lung. I've spent about 9 days in the hospital and had two surgeries.

I lost my Dad to cancer. He was young and strong. I wake up thinking about him because he's always the last person I think about before I fall asleep. I hope that still happens for a long time, but it means I dream and toss and turn and now I'm so, so tired.

I've dug deep, trying to hold things together. Riding is still my outlet, but it's not enough. I just can't seem to pound the pedals hard enough. Not this year anyways.

I'm going to race again next year, but I'm not sure how. I don't have much fight in me right now, but I hope it'll come. I'm just not sure of it.

9:00am at the Bean this Saturday. 3 hours in the rain.