I am sitting on the saddle of my bicycle, resting at the trail-head. One water bottle left, I sit looking at the trail I am headed towards. The mountains encompassing the view, rocky outcroppings surrounded by trees. Directly in the foreground a prairie with green, faded grasses knee high. Myself adorned with gold and black kits top to bottom; CU colors. As I take a final sip from my water I clip my right pedal in and push down. Coasting forward, I replace my bottle and attach my second pedal. I am on a training ride preparing myself for a 3rd collegiate cycling season. Racing in the Men's A category, I compete with top racers in the nation requiring a whole year devoted to training. I want to perform to the utmost of my ability, have a breakout season, capture a podium spot at the National Championships.
I've been growing a beard, short, trimmed, but the upkeep is minimal. Since classes have started my life has been incredibly busy; books, labs, studying, cycling, there's no end. The CU engineering program has kept my life busy, not confused, busy. Between riding and school life is rewarding, but exhausting. My choice for my minor has suited my, I love it.
These rides help me clear my head, relax. The skies as blue as the Himalayan poppies we used to have in our yard. I feel my skin cool as the air blows across it. I am up to speed pushing through my struggles, controlling the outcome of my life.
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