Professional basketball player turned statesman, Bill Bradley wrote a book long ago.  I read it as a kid.  It was called “A Sense of Where you are.”  I haven’t thought about it in a long time.  But I did last night.  We were fanatic about basketball in my neighborhood in Connecticut.  Eerily similar to Bloomington. 

I missed yesterday’s session because I was able to race at Mass Ave in Indianapolis.  The team had a good showing in the events that we participated in.  Nick Torrance won the Category 5 event (State Champion!) and Mark Powell was 3rd.  Lanie Deppe was top ten in the Women’s 4 and Gary Palmer and I had a field showing (with some flashes at the front!) in the Masters group.  Other local riders had good results as well in our 27 mph Master’s category, Chris Kroll, Bob Brooks and Tom Cox were either in the breaks or pulling us to them.  The pro 1/2 event was at 7:30 that night but Scholars Inn didn’t have any riders pre-registered for this state championship race.

It’s remarkable to note sometimes the cumulative affect of compound training.  Hours on the bike become days of training, become months of scheduled cycling designed to move us from one phase to the next, become years of high quality miles.  More importantly, these miles become years of a brotherhood that becomes woven into the fabric of who we are and the people that we ride with become part of the text of our lives and the source of the memories that make us what we are.