Note: I was going through my unpublished posts, and came across this from the time trial I did back in November. I'm not sure why I didn't publish it then, but given that I'm just about to post another ITT thing, this seems a bit appropriate given that there are similar undertones happening in the newer post.

It's been 8 months since the last indoor time-trial, and what do I have to show for it?

Well, not all that much. I don't have the official numbers in, but my time was 16:40 which puts me pretty much even with the numbers from last March. It's sort of funny. Interesting if you will. I've got about 4800 miles this year, which is the most I've done in a year. It would make you think that I'd have a massive amount of improvement to show for it but there's something hidden there. 95% of those miles are easy commuting miles on the flat Burke Gilman Trail. Couple that with no real motivation regarding racing (or rather wanting to race) and you end up in a slump of sorts. Cruising 30 miles a day at 18mph.

So where does this leave me? You can start having questions flow through your mind. Do you start asking why you do the things you do? Do you look into getting serious about it? Do you just keep on keeping on and enjoy what you've got? Is it ok to constantly try to improve? Is that sustainable? Should you be happy with the journey and not the destination, blah blah blah.

It will eventually all circle back to you tend to do the things you love to do. However, loving to do something takes you only so far. Or does it? What does it take to achieve happiness?

Here's what I'm asking really. I'm in the camp that if you're passionate about something, everything else will follow. The question though is, how far will it take you? What are the mental and physical limits? How different are the actual limits from the perceived limits? Why is it so hard to push past the perceived ones?