I learned a lot about the kind of rider I am this weekend.
I learned that sometimes you have to risk losing to win--and even then, chances are you may not win. I affirmed that I would rather place last trying for first (for me or for my team) than race for second.
I learned that I have a great team of powerful riders who are willing to put it on the line for me. And I am willing to do the same for them.
I learned that people mistake drive for arrogance. And there will always be people who want to bring you down with no motive other than to see you fail , but a new friend told me, you just press delete and take the high road.
I was reading Michael Barry's Inside the Postal Bus and liked this paragraph Dede Demet Barry wrote about Lance Armstrong:
"Lance was a brash kid from Texas who was aggressive and never afraid to be the boss among any group of people. He had fire in his eyes and loved to race. After his first year in the sport, he earned the nickname “King”: this is what he was called by both those who revered his talent and drive, as well as those who loathed his brash behavior.
Lance was self-focused, in a way that many great athletes and business people must be to become the best. Not everyone appreciated this, but he quickly garnered the respect of the cycling world as he fought his way to the front of every race. He blew nearly every race apart with his attacking style and had a burning desire to win at all costs.”
Although I'm no Lance Armstrong and it's possible I may never be more than a workhorse in the big leagues, regardless you gotta think big to be big and keep fighting no matter what. Pedal on.