While my assorted teammates prepared for the first race weekend of the season and arrived at camp in Chula Juana, I was driving once again to LA. This time training was not the reason for my visit. I headed south to hang out with a group of friends from my first year at SB, all cyclists who are now scattered through out Southern California.
Due to a mildly serious health issue affecting one of my friends I took the weekend easy after whipping myself silly in the days prior. We had a great time in LA, we went to Whole Foods and bought about eighty dollars in veggies which we promptly fed to my buddy Pat's juicer. Between lazy mornings on the pool deck and rides up the San Gabriel Mountains we remembered our time at UCSB as a team; the hard racing, the half-hearted partying, and endless antics traveling around California. These discussions left us in tears, falling over with laughter. It is times like these that remind me why I started to race my bike, it's not just that I love riding bikes, It's the time I spend with the crazy group of people I call my friends and teammates during training and racing.
I also was reminded that no matter where I go, that I need to maintain my good friendships to remind me who I am and why I'm riding my bike in pursuit of excellence.
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