This is my time …


My loved ones are tucked in and falling asleep fast.

Dishes are done and backpacks are ready for tomorrow.

This is my time.  I head down to my cave … push the bag of holiday decorations away from my bike, click on the fan, and clip into my pedals.  I have 90 minutes tonight.  90 minutes to get stronger, 90 minutes to get faster, 90 minutes to out-work anyone who wants to toe the starting line.

90 minutes later, I’m drenched in sweat and ready to out-run the rain for 5 miles.

Every minute matters.  Respect every minute.  Make every minute count because in 199 days, they’ll be counting every minute on the 140.6 mile road to Cedar Point.

May the road to Cedar Point rise to meet us …



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