Oh boy. Here we go again.
Saturday will either kick-off my first ever season as a mountain bike racer, or confirm that the competitive bones in my body are made of brittle stuff indeed.
This year was supposed to be different for me. I got myself a plan, got my head straight about being regimented, followed through for a solid six weeks then slammed into a wall. Since then, for roughly about the last six weeks, I’ve been following my heart’s desire. I pedal hard when I can, cruise when I want to, sprint when there’s an opening.
