My Mojito

Fail.

I have had really nothing that interesting or charging to write about since Mesa Verde. Not only have I been lacking the motivation to write, I have also kind of fallen into a sort of monotonous routine of work, ride, sleep, ride, work, sleep, ride, ride, race, sleep....you get the point.

What happened to my drive? My charge?....My mojito (newly coined feminine tense for mojo) if you will...

The only thing I can come up with is that at the moment, all this inner direction is just really preoccupied with riding and racing bikes. So much that it's at the forefront of the cluster junk of thoughts in my mind everyday. When is the next race? Should I be resting? Can I afford racing? When was the last time I was on a real date? Am I hitting a plateau? Will I ever have a career? Am I pushing myself enough? I'm tired of riding by myself. Am I eating enough? When was the last time I wore something that wasn't a uniform or spandex? Am I going to be able to afford groceries this month? Do I want to try skate skiing this winter, or stick with classic? I need a new bottom bracket?!?! You know, just the normal thoughts that go through a 25 year old girls' mind!?

When it comes down to it, my mojito is truly and simply bikes and photography...photos and two wheeled heart pounding fun. I truly enjoy and love each. When the day is over I think that I've come to realize that there are not enough hours in the day nor dollars in my bank to accomplish where I would want to go with each.

Fail.