"There are the type of people who are going to live up to what they said they were going to do yesterday and then there are people who are full of shit. And that’s all you really need to know. If you can’t be bothered to show up, why should anybody show up. It’s just the end of the fucking world."
Last weekend, I did my first stage race, the Green Mountain Stage Race. It was brutal. A time trial, a circuit race, a road race with a ton of climbing, and a crit. I finished in a reasonable place at the end of the weekend. I wasn’t totally satisfied with my performance, but whatever.
More importantly, we stayed in a house that didn’t have internet with people who were the most welcoming and intelligent humans I’ve interacted with in a long time.
I got far closer to some friends than I ever thought I’d been.
We roamed a piece of America I forget about far too often. It’s beautiful out there.
I got lost in it. In a way that made me not want to come back.