Just saw this old picture and it reminded me of the early season races and efforts to get the body used to that level of intensity. Lots of controlling-the-breating as you attack again and again. In through the nose, out through the mouth.
Yes, the early season: That familiar taste of blood which radiates through the back of your throat. The cross-gut that most certainly greets you as you cool down and start to pack up the car to head home.
We love this.
To escape the intensity of business-building, I’m beginning to get the ‘service course’ in order. Ridley’s getting dialed, a new X-Fire on it’s way to beat on. New Dugast rubber to glue. No clavicle to think about, no business looming. Just me and the bits to assemble and dial in. And now my 8 year old with me in the garage…trying to figure out how to put on carbon chain guides! HA!
Living the dream.