THANK YOU MAD DOG RACE TEAM!

Thank You Mad Dog Race Team for a great 7 years! I was taken in as a very green beginner, and patiently nurtured by so many of you along the way. I have learned so much from so many of you. You became my trusting biking family I could depend on for support and for a push to work harder. But also for a hand up from my falls- which there were many. Along the way I developed incredible memories that will endure into senility (who knows maybe its already here).  A special thanks goes out to Keith, without whom there would not be a Mad Dog Race Team.

But at this time I must part ways with the team. And I hope it is only the team I leave and not the individuals I have made friends with. I have come to a fork in the road of mid life and changes seem necessary. For one, my fitness and mental focus has transitioned to MMA training. Where it will take me I have no idea, but with limited recreational time, biking has unfortunately taken a bit of a back seat. With that limited time my ride time will need to be closer to home. Therefore, to find riders nearby I have chosen to sign up with Team Revolution. Remember, I am only leaving the team NOT the individual members. I hope to ride with you all again soon.

Best wishes for another winning year to all!

Confession

When does a biker fall from the grace of bikers? I have a confession that I am afraid to make here. I've been hiding this information since the 24 hours of Moab. I am just not sure how to even begin. I don't want to lose the friends I've made in the biking world. But, to be fair to everyone and myself I have to come out. Here goes...

I have not ridden my bike since the last post on Thanksgiving. AND to make matters worse I signed up at a gym- to train- in mixed martial arts combat! I've been hitting people- like hard! And I think I enjoy it!
But I can't help it. I've gotten into it so much that I am doing twice a day work outs until I can't even move the next day and have to take a break. What is happening to me? I am sooo ashamed.

Am I worthy of being called a biker -even though I am probably the only one that calls me that?

Will I ever be accepted into the circle again? Can I face them without wondering what the real bikers are thinking of me? Feeling sorry for me? Or even AFRAID of me? Are they thinking of ways to convert me back (not that I am quitting biking)?

But as I write this at least I feel cleansed. I have been honest with everyone and myself. Maybe I will be accepted for who I am.

Who am I?

Maybe I'll find out this weekend. I am heading down again to St G. Just to ride- no fighting.