Back To The Books

Thanks to the dump of snow this January, I had an extra 24 hours or so of my winter break to mess around with.

what snow?

I can't say I did much with it that's too exciting, but it maybe was the extra bit that I needed to flip my mind back into school mode. If I'm being honest though, I am sure it wouldn't matter to me whether I had a week more or less to my winter break. If class is on, I'll be right back to it as best I can be without hesitation. I'll say it... part of me is wishing there wasn't a snow day to start things off. I don't want to waste instruction time, but modern technology's ability to have our professor record a lecture to the tune of their powerpoint is appreciated. I am looking forward to another semester and another load of information that will add to the foundation of my future.

Sounds pretty good, doesn't it?

the fingers hurt after this session of note-taking

But before this semester hits me and takes me out of the reality everyone else gets to exist in, I will linger a touch longer on some of what I enjoyed during this break. I rode my bike almost every day, and I spent time with the people that mean the most to me - all good stuff. Shout-out once more to the guys at Bicycle Pro Shop - Springfield for being a top group of guys for this area of NoVA's cyclists. Young Fix'em-Up (Woody) and the boys were generous enough to toss me this hat I drooled over and these sweet, sweet socks to ride in. Thanks, guys. I hope to be able to ride with you all again soon.

Check out their Instagram: @bicycleproshop

[EST. 1958] cool cool cool

The "winter" break wouldn't be in NoVA without the sun coming out and temperatures topping near 65 Fahrenheit at one point or another. I made sure to extend rides like this one - tapping into that "this is why I ride" feeling.

quick pic for proof

I think that's all I have to write about for now. Maybe I'll share some of my school experiences on here - if I get time to write.

the construction pit outside our class room

And before I go... check out this documentary about a 1st year pro team racing the USA Crits. The one dude is PASSIONATE - dropping f-bombs, connecting dots, drawing lines, and lettin' us all know how different he and all of us bike racers (or some anyway) are from the rest of the world. I'm not all like this guy... but I'll be damned if there isn't a good spoonful of his passion and this-is-what-I-wake-up-for-every-day gravy in me as well. Give yourself 34 minutes and the place to yourself to watch this explicit bike racing movie. This is the answer to the question "where do you see yourself in 5 years?" for me - after a lot of hard work.



Thanks for reading.