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Going the Distance!
Sometime last May, I was at wits end. I hadn’t been recovering since sometime last year and I had virtually quit training. My race results this season were inconsistent and derived from guts rather than form. I had dramatically won the Whiskey Off-Road only weeks before but it was more of a “last gasp” than a sign of improvement.
I notified my friends and sponsors that I had to take time off and get to the bottom of it. My EB labs had shown recent activity, but I was sure there was more to it. I took two weeks off the bike and sequestered myself to the bed and couch. Only folks close to me knew the real story and some offered encouraging words like: “you just need a break–you’ll be back in no time.” Others threw gas on the fire of doubt with comments like: “you aren’t a kid anymore–maybe its time to give it up.”