FIT ELEVEN

So this was my favourite shot from the session and it was file number 23. Michael Jordan moves in mysterious ways.

This is Cousin Rob. He’s not really my cousin. But he lived with Angela and I for a couple months when he was training and racing up here in Vancouver. Canadian Spain.

Anyways, for whatever reason he thought it was a good idea to come ride with me in the rain and race the track up here for a winter (or two). These are the things bike racers do. I found this photo today and got pretty nostalgic for bike racing, training and my friends I made through racing.

I miss it pretty hard. I’m not done doing bike races, but sometimes it’s really felt like it. I’ve done one race since February of 2020. That’s close to two years and I’m not sure how to shake of the feeling like I’m cooked, washed up. Throw in my work schedule and some other life goals and I don’t even know when I’ll actually get to toe the line for a race again.

Anyways. I haven’t seen Rob in even longer. And knowing theres friends I know almost exclusively through bike racing makes me feel, well kinda sad. I’d like to see them again soon.