Sitting in the airport in Long Beach.
Earlier this week I wasn't too stoked about leaving home so soon. I wanted to stay a few more days to snug Brendan and work on the deck.
This afternoon, before packing I washed my Nine FRD (hardtail) and while following the mindless process I was reminded of how extremely lucky I am to have these two incredible race machines (the full sus is already in Boston waiting for me) and to get to take off on another adventure. How lucky I am to have my health, to have so many people rooting for me, and to have a wonderful home to come back to when it's over.
The tail end of this season feels a lot different from from the beginning. The beginning was full of hope and excitement and new things/challenges. Through this season though I let my own high expectations and pressures affect me a lot more than I have in the past and it didn't really have a positive impact on my racing and attitude lately.
After a week at home to reset though I'm ready to go back out there and fight. But I'm not going to fight the way I have in the past two months, I'm going to actively seek to have fun on my bike, to get back to the stoke that made me fall in love with the sport in the first place, and to share that stoke with the awesome people I get to be around in the next three weeks. I'm going to suffer and push myself and I'm going to be proud of my race weather I finish 1st or 10th and I'm going to learn as much as possible from the experience and the people around me. I'm 100% committed to ending the season on a good note, but that doesn't mean I have to win every race, I just have to make the most of them!
PS: The Long Beach Airport is by far my new favorite, it's super tiny, half outdoors and EVERY PERSON working here is so happy! How have I not used this airport before?!?!