You know the moment when things are turning in the right direction. The turning point. It’s when you ride within yourself. No longer do you obscenely go over your limit or flirt with an epic bonk. You stay within the rivet, and occasionally on the rivet. You know, “in difficulty.” But only for a few seconds. A spot of bother never becomes a moment when you’ve cracked and must drag your body home. You forget the last time you uttered, “Shut up, legs.” The turning point. You’re dialed in. Fitted to a “T”. Comfortable in all conditions. Up. Down. All around. Flats. Sweeping descents. 20-percent tilt. In your face. Doesn’t matter. Riding is now second nature — and all that it provides has become part of your being. Your core. The challenges. The confidence. The camaraderie. The inner peace. The turning point. It’s how you hold the bars. How you spin. How you mash. Whether you mash. Where you go. Where you want to go. How you feel. What you desire. The turning point. You know the moment when things are turning in the right direction.
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It’s an amazing feeling to be in that zone. I call it my sweet spot!
Mari-jo