Funk Deez Nutz

Not sure if it's been my recent three month battle against some kind of fungus that lives in my shorts or the lack of validation…but I'm in a funk. Not a training funk mind you, this is a pure and simple discipline funk. The last five years as a cyclist have been predicated around the dirt. Train on road to race off has always been the moto. Recently I've been more disillusioned with the spotty Michigan mountain bike scene. Within three minutes of being at the start line I can guess my final place within a few spots. Besides, what are you racing for anyway? There isn't even a carrot since the mmba has puckered up so tight you could give it a penny and get back wire. There is just no comparable series other states have.

Racing road the last few weekends…has been enjoyable. Not in the typical sense of joy. No. This is Adam we are talking about. No sir, no typical here. I enjoy it…well…Mr.Topher Chase put it best:

I love killing dreams.

I endure pain all winter training so that later I can inflict it on YOU. Nothing personal…but your failure is my success. Mountain biking never really validated me in that respect because you hardly see anyone. In the road scene you get to watch people suffer up close for hours on end. So next time you look over in the break and see me…be sure you are smiling, because if you aren't, I will be on the inside.

As for dirt...we shall see. Right now I am shifting it to the back burner till after SBF. Too many dreams and not enough races.