If you‘re gonna die, die with your boots on
If you‘re gonna try, well, stick around
Gonna cry, just gonna cry
If you‘re gonna die, you‘re gonna die
Iron Maiden, Die With Your Boots On, 1983
Retirement is the most horrible word to describe the phase of life I‘m in right now...and still there‘s plenty of stuff that will never be as it always was, even though a big part of me thought that nothing‘s ever going to change until my lights go out.
When I think back to the day I first rode my bike (and within the next 30 minutes rode it into a friend and a neighbour‘s car...) I can‘t believe how many friendships I‘ve made and how many little death‘s I‘ve died only to get up as soon as possible and prove to myself that I actually CAN do it.
Racing bikes has taught me everything that I didn‘t want to pick up from my parents or teachers. The most important thing has always been to fully commit to a goal and never have the „99% is enough“-mindset.
That‘s what I expect from myself, that‘s what the people who had my back over all these years expect from myself.
I didn‘t want to compromise my next chapter of opening my own bike shop with any short-term commitments of racing here and there, nor can I show up at a start line knowing that the preparation has not been ideal.
Whether I put a number on my back or on my handlebar is up to me, whenever, wherever...but to end on a high note: since there‘s no next season, there‘s no off-season🤘
Thanks to each and every one of you who made my dreams come true!