Drip Drip Drip... New Lease on Life, er Riding

So after over 3 months off the bike, numerous blog entries about hating riding, golfing galore and eating McDonald's 'til I want to throw up I decided to get on the bike.

By admitting past regrets we are able to move on, right? Well, outside of my family my greatest joy comes from riding. And a few years ago I decided I needed to "retire" from serious racing. So I switched to a Memphis-based team and never exactly retired like I planned. Now, I have NEVER had a good experience with the Memphis team but I figured I was no longer an "elite" rider so I should not hog a spot on Herring's roster. I've become a master at self-torture in case you haven't noticed. I'm the only guy who could screw up his own wet dreams. Well, yeah. I phucked up that deal. I regret it every day I get on the bike and put on that shitty blue and red jersey, but that's life and we have to live with our decisions.

After 3 months off the bike and pretty much zero emotional support from my team (this is where Frank Moak gets mega kudos. He is a master leader and role model) except from my super close friends-- but thankfully they would have been there for me anyway-- I think I finally got rested; physically at least. But it's a shame that I can't express to this group what exactly I went through-- many days wishing I was dead because I would go weeks at a time and be in a complete stupor from such horrendous fatigue. There's a lot to learn from veterans who were injured in battle-- if that's a good analogy.

So I spoke with my former coach a few weeks ago. He has stopped working with the coaching group he is a part of. That's a shame because he is one of the most talented coaches I have ever spoken with. Seems we share a knack for getting ourselves into shitty situations sometimes.

But that's life and what doesn't kill us... right? Right. 'Cause everything's been on the up and up. By going through some of these crazy situations I've learned I've got some great friends in Dacek, KY and ZackPe, a super supportive wife, an awesome Shorty, a tremendous coach and a generally good life. Hell, I haven't even tried to kick it "Escape from New York" style lately and bag Memphis. That says something right there.

But getting back into riding has made me realize that I gotta rid of my "Ronald Fat" from all those yummy McD's fries. I started doing my own variation of the Drip diet.
I'll report more on that later. Da man is breathing down my neck right now... damn project.