It Hurts

I'm feeling a tear. Unfortunately, it isn't a tear in a shirt or pants, but actually it feels like a muscle tear. Nothing outside lets you know it's there, but inside it hurts like hell.

I feel a tear growing in my path. It may be the result of a current sense of panic. It may also be a very real realization that my time spent in a wonderful period of "my career" has come and gone. The longer I sit on the sidelines, the more I believe my brief connection to this industry will remain just that...brief.

While the time spent wasn't enjoyable all of the time, the highs were absolutely incredible. The people, the events, the spectacle all associated with those lucky enough to work and live in the bike industry are truly fun to behold and participate with.

So now as I find myself truly spinning my wheels, I wonder if I should just hop off, or keep on shifting and hope the chain jumps back on without shredding the hub.