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Downers Grove Revisited part 3

A bit off topic but this week has been one of the most challenging weeks at work and will continue for the next few weeks.

2002 was quite the year for me. I decided to semi-retire from work and live in a crappy apartment, not have a job, and race my bike. I had been toying with that idea for a few months when, within a short time frame a family member fell ill and passed away. I come from a very small family so it was a difficult time. That shot of reality made my decision to go out and live life while I could do whatever I wanted.

I showed up to DG that year freshly unemployed and out of money. With gas prices at a staggering $1.40/gallon and a $50 entry fee, I was going to make for damn sure I got in the money. As the business-end of the 80k race was barreling down on us, I couldn't help but think of my what my family had experienced a few weeks prior and that all I really then cared about was finishing safely. On the last lap, I capitalized on the opportunity to jump through a small opening in the group and found myself 5th wheel with 300meters to go. I heard nothing, felt nothing, and literally saw nothing.

I stood at the last corner shortly after the race talking with some old friends and excited about my solid top 10 finish. As the top 5 were announced I was convinced they were wrong when calling me in 5th and needed to report to the podium.

Standing on that podium for the very first time has been my most significant accomplishment in cycling. I didn't win. I didn't even come close. That one race is more important to me than any race that I have ever done or ever will do...win or lose. I know that day I did not find my way through the field, I was just along for the ride. I still have the empty bottle of champagne.

Up next: Part 4...Podium/flat/mud.

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