Colombia Day 1 and 2
Here I am back to exotic travels and racing and I find myself wanting to write about something different I guess. I am usually on here writing about Videos I have just made or photos I have just taken. So far this trip I have only really wanted to do a couple of things. It has been nice to get back to the stress free routine of racing at an event. EAT, RIDE, Watch a Movie, RIDE EAT SLEEP. Or at least some variation on that theme. It is good to be back with the buds I have made over the years racing.
But I guess the novelty of travel has worn off a bit. The hotel room is the same. The feel is just the same I guess. On the bright side I look forward to training and racing very much. I was riding around the track today behind a terrible 125 motocross bike. Taking in the rich fumes of my lungs…and I was happy to be there. I felt like Ricky Bobby…”I WANNA GO FAST”. I guess it has been a bit a revelation for me. I actually love my JOB. I wanna go out and race and go home. I am not really feeling like the travel is a distraction as much anymore. I hope it leads to better racing. I think it is the first time I have been on a trip and I have known 100% that the thing I am looking forward to the most is the bikin’.
It also feels good to miss home on such a short trip. All the time I spent away last year it seemed like away was the norm. I like to race and I like to be home. Being away is almost a little bit of a draw back now. I still like seeing new places doing these trips. It is just that I like bring home more. But I sure like riding my bike. I don’t know if it is strange to come to this realization this far into my riding carrier. But it is a realization that sits well. It is nice to come to the knowledge, hold the knowledge, or have the understanding in your gut that at the end of the day you do your job because you love your job. In cycling with all the travel and tales of low wages and few fans in odd, somewhat strange locals, that these distractions are not why you do it. I think I may have just passed the point in a cyclist carrier were every on of us can either say “I have better things to do” or “I WANNA GO FAST”
I guess I really am a Cyclist…at least for today 
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