Went out for a recovery ride today – nothing special about that, other than it was hotter than bijeezuz. But one notable thing happened – or didn’t happen. I took my usual lunchtime route, which ends up along Baxter Road north of Clayton, and for the first time I did not think about getting hit by that a$$hole landscape truck driver when I passed the spot where it happened. I was a ways down the road after passing the spot before I realized it. Man, it’s been almost 3 years since it happened.
That was such a life-changing moment for me – both good and bad. It was about the most painful experience I’ve ever had, and almost 3 months off the bike cost me a lot of fitness and put a lot of doubt in my mind about my ability to come back. But the discipline I learned in my effort to do so was a revelation. I used to go out and just ride as hard as I could every time out with no real goals, and sometimes I’d lose my motivation and start finding excuses not to ride. Now, I ride hard some days, easy other days, and almost every ride has a purpose – even if it’s just to chill out. Maybe it’s just a coincidence, but I’ve been having a lot more fun, and I don’t think I’ve bagged even a single workout since then.
I know that a$$hole truck driver will probably never see this, but if he does I want him to know his attempt to “teach me a lesson” worked – only not the way he planned. Oh, and thanks for the new bikes, too – a$$hole!