I miss you, SoMo

A nostalgic post was inevitable.

The South Mountain Time Trial is tomorrow, and I can't help posting about it. A year ago, I won my last bike race (despite the fact that Owen Graves nearly ousted me from the top spot). It was part of a great season I had.
This year it's different. I'm laying on the floor right now because my hips get irritated when I sit at a 90 degree angle. It's somewhat clear what my issue is. The diagnosis of a labral tear was partly true but partly false. I do have a labral tear, but I also have bursitis caused by impingement of my illiosoas tendon. It's a mess. Essentially, I spent 2 months doing physical therapy on the wrong thing. In a sense, it's funny. Sometimes things are orchestrated in such a way that you get a message.  You may think I'm reading into things, but I can emphatically say that God is doing this for a purpose. My dad did the first race of the season, but work has prevented him from doing any other races. BOTH of us have missed out on the racing season. That stuff doesn't just happen.
In conclusion, it hasn't been a fun year cycling-wise, but it has been another step in putting it all in perspective.