And yet the pedals still turn

I haven't left, I've just been pedaling. It's been cold, it's frozen over, and I've been running. Hidden away with my life, my thoughts and my dreams. Putting in all the work because the race is won in the off season- all the miles, the training. To race well, to win you must be prepared for it all. The perfect conditions don't exist and one must train very hard through it all. I'm still here. I'll be on the roads, I'll be found in my solitary walls of confinement running on an endless belt. The training will test your will, but the race will set you free.