Greetings from my apartment in Missoula, Montana, a place that currently finds itself amidst the chaos of a sewer flood—a far cry from the ideal living situation, especially when I should be at work, striving to afford this charming abode. In a twist of fate that seems almost mocking, my current predicament starkly contrasts with last night’s adventure. Click here for my web gallery!
Last evening, I took to the trails, embracing the solitude and challenge of a path I’ve fondly named Blue Berry Pie. This trail, a 9.25-mile loop with 1,676 feet of climbing, offers not just a physical challenge but a mental reprieve from the day-to-day grind. My journey through it, spinning for a little over an hour, was a testament to the beauty that surrounds Missoula, a beauty that, for a moment, lets you forget the less-than-ideal surprises life throws your way. For those curious about this scenic loop, you can find more details here.
As the day wanes, my sights are set on tonight’s event: Wed Night Cross Race #4. It’s an opportunity to shake off the frustrations of unexpected household disasters and immerse myself in the community and competition that cycling offers. These moments, both on the trail and on the racecourse, serve as vivid reminders of why I choose to call Missoula home, despite its occasional, soggy setbacks.
From my corner of Montana, amidst the trials of flooded apartments and the triumphs of trail rides, I’m reminded of the resilience required not just in cycling, but in life. Each pedal stroke, each race, and yes, even each domestic disaster, is a step towards something greater—a testament to enduring and making the most of the path laid before us.
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