Pain is an uphill battle. There is never an injury that is easy. There is never a broken bone that is easy. There is never a fight that is effortless. It wouldn’t be a fight if you didn’t have to fight.
My racing season is in tatters. I flatted or mechanicaled or crashed through the better part of my fitness, and the tail end has been getting bested to the line every time as people I used to have no trouble staying in front of rack victories and pull ahead in their pursuits.
Keeping perspective will be difficult this offseason. It will be cold, and I will most likely be riding alone. My training partner last year is moving away and most of the people I ride with don’t have the schedule I do. Life will be tough.
Maybe I won’t race next year. Will that make me happy? Who knows.