There is something about going places with my bike that makes everything OK. I was really nervous about this weekend and coming to Snowmass by myself, but it turns out that I'm pretty ok as long as I have my security blanket. err..my bike that is. It felt good to arrive here just me and my bike, after worrying about it on the plane while it was underneath me with the rest of the cargo in the cold and the dark. I admit it was a struggle to cart the big case through the airports and into the hotel, but after doing that and then putting it together outside in the fresh mountain air, where a man on his balcony marveled at the fact that I "fit that whole bike in that little case!", I felt more independant and together than I have in a while, and I really appreciated my bike on a new level. There is just something simple and calming about just waking up in the morning and getting on your bike. Anxious as I was about coming here, I knew as soon as I got on my bike all that unfounded anxiety would disappear. Just go ride. Simple as that.
Granted I'm a little lonely here in my hotel room by myself, and I miss having Russell around to help me pick lines and tell me I'm doing a good job, but at least now I know I CAN do it on my own, even if I might not always prefer it. I just have to ride my bike. Simple.
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