As the sun gently dips below the horizon of the mountains to the west of Cedar Breaks National Monument, and the final rays of sunshine pierce the crisp evening air, my thoughts naturally gravitate toward the journey that has led me to this point in my life as a paragravel cyclist.
In this profound moment, I find myself captivated by the intricate patterns etched across the horizon by the silhouettes of mountain peaks, the drifting clouds, and the lingering sunlight. Attempting to connect these peaks in my mind, I'm reminded of the indomitable spirit and the euphoric moments of achievement that have defined my path as a para gravel cyclist.
Much like I trace the lines and curves of the horizon, as a para cyclist, I navigate the lines etched by the gravel roads I traverse, always maintaining an open mind, eager to uncover the rewards that await on the journey ahead. However, just as each line changes direction, I also strive to adapt, forging my own path instead of adhering to the prescribed one. It becomes evident that choosing the right direction is a challenge.
As I watch the ever-changing cloud formations dancing above the mountain peaks, I'm reminded of the joy that comes with selecting a direction or line to follow. Human nature compels us to move in various directions and explore diverse paths, not to remain stagnant. For a para cyclist like myself, this truth is even more evident. There's a plan, a purpose, and a rigorous test to endure before progressing to the next level.
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