{"id":1259,"date":"2025-06-23T02:00:00","date_gmt":"2025-06-22T20:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.iceman.com\/?p=1259"},"modified":"2025-06-19T22:51:36","modified_gmt":"2025-06-19T16:51:36","slug":"not-biking-the-iceman-why-taking-a-break-got-me-going-again","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.iceman.com\/index.php\/2025\/06\/23\/not-biking-the-iceman-why-taking-a-break-got-me-going-again\/","title":{"rendered":"Not biking the Iceman: Why taking a break got me going again"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I didn\u2019t ride in the Iceman&nbsp;for 5 years in a row\u2026 In fact, I swore I was retiring from my&nbsp;so-called racing career. Ask all my friends, I was adamant that I needed to quit racing altogether. I made them promise to not let me do it: It was no fun anymore, it took up all my time, I couldn\u2019t take the anxiety, I hated race-day jitters, I always had a mid-race crisis where I hated my bike &#8211; and them, too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:30px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">But standing at the finish line of the Iceman last year again, I saw racing with more clarity than I have in the decade-plus since I\u2019ve been doing (or dreading) it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:30px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Here\u2019s what I saw:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:30px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>A clan.<\/strong>&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:30px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">To be a part of the Iceman, on the inside, tucked into the sweaty jerseys and helmet head pictures, only comes with riding it. The spouses and friends and sponsors are all essential, but still one step removed from the true experience. The years I didn\u2019t race, I felt the separation, thin, between done and doing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:30px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I realized that not doing it one year hadn\u2019t cost me much. But two years off \u2013 and more \u2013 was distancing myself from what I was, had become, on my bike.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:30px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I couldn\u2019t let it go. Biking has brought me new friends, new challenges, endless miles up d@mn hills, headaches, bonking and, always, satisfaction in getting it done. Biking also saved me from grief after losing my mom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:30px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">That first year when I fell in love with biking, I rode like a madwoman while the kids were in school and ran around with madmen, laughing and sweating and falling in Pere Marquette dirt. I couldn\u2019t keep up that training pace forever, but that first year was a good one \u2013 a time and a willingness found, and for the first time since losing my mother, the heart to go out with (new!) friends and laugh again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:30px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>A new win.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:30px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">After taking a break from racing, I saw that the race was not as big as I\u2019d made it out to be. The nerves and anxiety were still there, but smaller, acknowledged but not all-consuming. I discovered that it\u2019s good to feel small in a race, to fold into the crowd and ride for yourself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:30px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The feeling of finding your pace, working a hill, shifting tight, pulling away with enough at the top of the hill to get back up to speed, not bonking, bonking and coming back? All those things (and more) play into the idea of \u201cracing\u201d in a new way now, with competition coming in \u201clast\u201d on the list of why to ride Iceman.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:30px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">After 5 years off, I saw then that I wasn\u2019t racing to win. I was racing for all the rest of it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:30px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>A bigger story.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:30px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I could see, with my break, that my bike life had become a story, a kinship, a thread through my life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:30px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Last fall, standing at the finish line, with my friends cheering, I wondered, what if I hadn\u2019t ever met them? It was my bike that brought me to this place in my life where I had them \u2013 lucky me! They are part of my story now, a good part.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:30px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The rides in the rain, the falls, the getbackups, the snow, the sleet, the mud \u2026 the beer at the end, the flat tires on the trail, the deer flies \u2013 omg the deer flies in the spring! \u2013 all of it has shaped who I am. With JOY.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:30px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Yes, I needed a break, a few years off. But that time gave me the perspective that I needed \u2013 to see what I had, what I loved and what I missed. And who knows, maybe there\u2019s more to come, maybe even a good race or two.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:50px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><em>Kandace Chapple is a writer and wrangles Michigan Girl, a women\u2019s membership group that gathers to hike, bike and otherwise get out under that Michigan sky. She can be reached at <\/em><a href=\"mailto:kandace@michgirl.com\"><em>kandace@michgirl.com<\/em><\/a><em>. Join her Facebook group for women at <\/em><a href=\"https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/groups\/michigangirlmembers\"><em>Michigan Girl Bike (&amp; Hike!) Group.<\/em><\/a><em><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:30px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I didn\u2019t ride in the Iceman&nbsp;for 5 years in a row\u2026 In fact, I swore I was retiring from my&nbsp;so-called racing career. 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