Me And My Bike(s)

A strange morning, nothing new to report but I find myself staring out the window with lots of thoughts running through my head about what makes us who we are (a bit deep for me, I know)? Think I might put some thoughts down and then move on.
I have always ridden bikes, when I was a kid me and all my mates had BMX's but out of all the kids I rode with, I was the only one who had to race, why? When my older brother started riding mountain bikes as a form of training for moto x, I started, as it looked like fun, guess what, I eneded up racing mountain bikes, why? The same with tri-athalons, a bit of running and swimming as a way to keep fit and then had to race. Eventually I settled on racing on the road and love it. Back in 2005 I got hit badly by a car and didnt ride for some years, but riding was always on my mind and I continued to buy magazines and keep up with results in Europe and Australia. When I turned forty I talked Selina into buying me a flat bar road bike, I said it would be great for riding on the bike paths with her and the kids or putting a bike seat on and taking Troy for a spin. It was not long after I turned forty that we returned to Latrobe Valley and I started work at Hazelwood. We were staying in Churchill so it seemed logical to just commute to work on a bike, well the commute home got longer and longer and before I knew it I was back racing. Selina has often asked why I cant just be happy with cycling for fitness and to be honest I dont know why. Im pretty sure most bike riders are similar, theres something about competeing that fullfills a desire within. I dont think it is about winning, It cant be because I havent won many races, its about competeing, driving a winning break, getting over a climb with the leaders or just finishing at the front of a race.
How does this relate to me and cancer, well the competitive side of me doesnt want to live with cancer, It wants to leave it behind me and beat it so that it never raises its ugly head again.
Thanks for reading.