When you’re on that line, nothing else matters. And you better be thinking about how much you love this. The thrill, the competition, the ability to push yourself beyond what you ever believed you could do. And suddenly you’re racing for your life. And it hurts, you’re tired, but you still love it. And you pull something out of you for that last 200 meters to sprint past that person in front of you. And after you cross the finish line, you leave, knowing, that you left it all out there. That’s what racing is all about. It’s a passion. It’s something to be proud of.