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The Beginning

Hello world!

My name is Trevor Brown. I am a young, upcoming cyclist. Young in that I am 21 years old, and upcoming in that I started again from absolute zero at the beginning of 2013. I'm only going up from here!

For a quick background: 

My family (especially dad) has always been big into riding bikes. He took up the sport in college, and raised us on two wheels. Though I don't remember too well, he claims we would enter local races on the old tandem when I was just 5, 6, 7 years old. Sometimes we would even place! I do remember getting to the bottom of a gnarly hill and him yelling from the front, "OK T, full power!!" I'd spin my little legs with the ferocity of a lion. He says it was like having a little motor on back. However, I also remember resting my feet on the frame of the bike when I got tired. Those were the days.

My first race at 9 years old is a foggy, difficult memory. I can't imagine it was any longer than 2 miles, but at elevation in Utah, I was quickly defeated and decided not to pursue competitive cycling. With the help of best friend and Olympic champion, Peter Vidmar, my parents led me to gymnastics for a few years. This taught me control and dedication, and was perfect for my little body. Diving, waterpolo, and swim were tried for a time after that. In middle school, we got back on bikes, but instead of leg power I was strapped to 5 angry horses in the form on a Honda XR80. That thing ripped! And so my love for two wheels was born.

Some years ago, my dad started a local Tuesday morning road ride. It grew rider by rider and more competitive very quickly. He dubbed it the "TMWC" - Tuesday Morning World Championships. Nonstop I heard about his ride every Tuesday morning; names like Robot, Crooked Steve, and Matt Ford became familiar in our house. So I thought I'd hop on my mom's old Specialized Epic and give it a shot. In turn, they shot me off the back twice that first ride (I shortcut the course to hang on). After a few weeks I'd gotten strong enough that I could shortcut the course and get caught at the top of The Wall, where we'd descend Live Oak Canyon together. And so my love for two wheels--powered by my legs--was born!

I went off to college, bikes in tow, but didn't quite realize my potential there. Freshman year ended and I came home, but found joy in surf instead of bikes. However, after spending two years in the Philippines on a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, I came home recharged and ready to train.  And so this chapter has begun. Training started in the single digit temperature of Provo, Utah this winter, with a few trips home to remember what mountain biking really is. Now I am about 4 months into it, with 1200 or so miles under my belt and a few extra hours on the spin machines in Provo.

The next few posts will be a recap of races and events we've had this month, but I'd just like to say a word here about it all. Every moment has paid off!! Hard work works! I'm grateful for my dad who has pushed and encouraged me from the day I was born, especially during those cold months in Provo. I came home ready to rock. Progression has been quick and only seems to be getting quicker. Here's to a life ahead of me in cycling!