I have to admit, coming back to the “real world” has been pretty tough after Team Mountain Khakis pulled out of my driveway yesterday morning. For one thing, rides that I always did on my own seem a whole lot lonelier!
It’s been a while since I’ve gotten to spend real time as part of a team, since the Rutgers guys I counted among my best friends have all graduated and moved on in the past month, as have I. During the cyclocross season last fall, I got used to having them around, this loud bunch of crazy friends, for long weekends and rides to races. This week, I got to experience that all again hanging out with the guys on Team Mountain Khakis, and it made me realize how much I miss having that in my life. It also made me sad to realize that, despite spending nearly 4 straight days together, it’ll be a very long time before I see any of my newfound friends again. That’s always the rough part about racing: over the years, I’ve made plenty of great friends at races, and during the season, if our schedules are similar, we grow super close. But when the season is over and you live hundreds of miles apart, staying in touch wanes, and you fall out of touch until the next season begins and hopefully you race together again.
It made me realize that I don’t have as much of a network of cycling friends, now that we’ve all hit that post-college moment and moved away from our little tight-knit college town. I don’t know how to rebuild that, I think it’ll have to develop organically again. But this week made me realize how much I want that in my life again.
I’ve written a lot more about the high points of this week, and you can read about them this coming Tuesday in my column on Cyclocross Magazine’s website, but for now, I wanted to reflect more on how it feels being done with the week.
So, I’m feeling a little low today. Can we just skip to September and cyclocross season please?