tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15082115.post12807358764487446..comments2023-10-29T09:36:24.433-04:00Comments on .: Clean SlateChris Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15301131817675288487noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15082115.post-79566467035825464142008-10-01T10:07:00.000-04:002008-10-01T10:07:00.000-04:00get your leg/back/hip/whatever fixed and get out t...get your leg/back/hip/whatever fixed and get out there! :-)<BR/><BR/>and make sure you're enjoying yourself.Adam Szczepanskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11940326313751161881noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15082115.post-24675709782046945882008-09-28T11:26:00.000-04:002008-09-28T11:26:00.000-04:00I struggle with a lot of the same things. Having...I struggle with a lot of the same things. Having a daughter had changed things a lot for me, much less time to ride, let alone train. Work has gotten much harder and all of this at once was too much to handle for me. I was never a great racer, but I had a few trips to the Sport podium and many close misses, never getting that elusive win, but coming so close on a few occassions.<BR/><BR/>At this point, I accept that I am not going to be that racer ever again - just no time and not much desire either. I come up with these grand plans for a comeback, but reality never allows for them to come together.<BR/><BR/>I stopped being frustrated and just started enjoying the time that I do get to ride and race, knowing if I had the time to train, I could get the same results. Expert seems like it will never happen for me, but I have started to accept it. <BR/><BR/>Racing used to define who I am. Being a Dad now defines who I am. You are a good person and a great dad. I am glad you realize your daughter is the bright beacon in all of this. It is true - - she is the one who matters most of all these days, with your wife being there as well.<BR/><BR/>Good luck in getting through this. Enjoy riding your bike, stop to look at the leaves, and rush back home to be with Maddie.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com