The past seven days amounted to my first week of spending nearly a dozen hours outside in the saddle for the first time in several months. I am now beginning to remember what the next eight months have in store. And, like usual, I am looking forward to it. A lot.
The real question is "why?"
Spending ridiculous hours on the bike each week brings me great joy. I think.
Then again, it may be nothing more than the vicious cycle of an all consuming addiction or obsession. One of my greatest fears is that one day I will look back on all of this craziness and see a good portion of a life wasted on worrying about miles, race fields, and fitness level. Will I regret these decisions and wish that I volunteered more and helped others instead of participating in the selfish pursuit of bike racing?
Maybe. But, then again, I would have been robbed of all of the great relationships I have made in this social circle had I not participated in the sport.
Maybe the key is balance. Which is why I plan to do more volunteering again this year. Then I can justify the other stuff. Maybe.