Twenty years ago, I hung up my marathon shoes
and began a love affair with cycling. Individual
rides progressed to group rides, racing and
more serious competitions. I am what you
call a “fast-twitch muscle fiber guy,” which
means I can sprint. In fact, I have a world-class
sprint, which is both a blessing and a curse. As
I progressed through the cycling categories,
the better I got, the worse my results were. I
reevaluated and ultimately realized the race
was with myself. Now, even more than racing, I
enjoy other bicycle experiences – partaking in
nature, friendship and relationships.