But apart from that, this running gig seemed pretty entertaining. A couple of months later I joined a running club and discovered how much fun it was to run with a group of friends. Race times improved a bit more. The race bike sat neglected as the summer of '94 passed in a blur of training and racing, injury and recovery. Somewhere in between the race bike got sold.
Many runners can single out one race as the most significant race in their life.
For some it might be their first marathon. Others might cite a hard-won race victory, a memorable PR or maybe the 100th Boston. But for me it was probably a race that I didn't even finish, which I spent sitting on the sidelines in West Virginia watching friends flash by at a hundred miles an hour while I wondered if I'd reached the end of my racing season. They say there is no finish line. To which I might add that the starting line is wherever you are right now.