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Six weeks ago failed to produce
coasted through race, ego was bruised.
Knew then and there had to step up
not for ego but for self-love.
Dead last finish was wake up call
new attitude, eye on the ball.
Started to run, both slow and short,
semi-daily, forty-eight hours.

Increased long rides to forty-K
headed to lake every third day.
Wasn’t just length nor frequency
started to make healthier me.
Embraced the theme race back of pack
brother, still slow, great to be back.
Stead of dead last one-sixty-ninth
beat small handful, had a great time.

Easy to say it’s all for fun
still makes me sad depth I’ve fallen.
One of those dudes stuck in the past
with long agos when I was fast.
Precipitous has been my fall,
making progress having a ball.
Ask if I mourn for former me?
My answer true is, “Certainly.”

But falling down is part of life
climbed from my knees, battling strife.
Racing is fine, struggle that counts.
Never give up, winners must bounce.
Six weeks ago failed to produce
coasted through race, ego was bruised.
Knew then and there had to step up
not for ego but for self-love.