The last X has been marked on my calender and I am traveling through the airports on my way to Brussels for round 2.
As soon as we took off I was instantly able to recognize a very familiar sight, the bay bridge, spanning high above the Chesapeake Bay. Off to the left, on the other side of the bay, was Rock Hall which allowed me to quickly, and very easily, locate my old college town- Chestertown. I was also able to see the little bridge which allowed 213 to cross the mighty Chester river, that bridge which I have crossed so many times both by bicycle and by car. I could see all of the little towns and far off roads that I have visited during my years living on the eastern shore. It was not long ago when I was riding those roads, training for the season which would be soon approaching. Not much has changed. I still Have many of the same routines, but this time instead of balancing my training time with homework and social functions, I have been balancing my schedule with riding and work. I miss that little town and all the good times I had there, but now it's time to open a new chapter. I hear the fasten seat belt prompt as I see the sun begin to peak above the clouds to wish Belgium a good morning.