At Vanderbilt, I didn’t learn to race a bike. No, I was studying running. But the managerial studies classes did teach me that where there is a need, there is an opportunity. And, surprisingly enough, for all those minutes that I squirmed on painful hamstrings in a classroom, those studies help in what I’ve chosen to go after with my degree. Bike racing.
I graduated in December 2011, crippled and spending 90 minutes on the spin bike in the locker room every morning. I couldn’t run, but I could do a number on that bike. Unfortunately, you can’t race a stationary bike. And, unfortunately, you go semi-insane pedaling nowhere every day. So, when I returned home to California, I gave up my spin bike for a road bike. I didn’t know what opportunities it would present, but I was hopeful that it would fill my need. I needed a new sport to compete in, one that brought me happiness rather than pain.