Confessions of a cyclist: racing
It is confession time, folks. I dislike bike racing. Sorry, let me clarify: I don’t like actually racing myself. I like watching races, planning races and helping with races. I just don’t particularly love racing my own bike.
I am sure you are confused, as Bici is often putting on races and I travel to other towns to race a bit. I like supporting people, what can I say? But lately, with Bici hosting a month long racing series, it has become clear that racing is not my thing. Why? I am not very competitive. I simply don’t care about winning against my friends (who are mainly the ones who race here), or feeling like I am dying and still not good enough. I just want to ride!
If I do race, I do it for fun, NOT to win. This was the case for the Huntsville alleycat, where I joined up with some other friends and let Anna and her riding buddy actually try to win the race (they kicked ass, btw). I had a great time and don’t regret getting nearly DFL.
Part of me feels like a loser for not wanting to race. I really really enjoy 40-70 mile fun rides, like the upcoming Tour de Cahaba and the past Tour de Cure(s) I have participated in. Those are riding just to ride, not to beat anyone or to win. In Birmingham, we have a big racing culture, with the roadies, mtn bikers and Bici. I am gearing up to cheer on our own Anna in Cyclocross season and can’t wait to see her on the podium! I have a blast hooting and hollering and ringing the ole’ cowbell, but you probably won’t see me with a number pinned to my side anytime soon.
What about you? How do you feel about racing?