Is that you DO it.
Your results? Your category? Nobody cares about that stuff besides you and a couple of your team mates. And ultimately that doesn't matter to you or them. Whether you got 2nd or 12th in the Podunk Crit in 2007 will be quickly forgotten. What MATTERS is that you ride, train to race, particpate, and ENJOY the process, treasure the camraderie, drink it all in and experience how much it makes you feel like you're friggin alive. Unlike some of your couch potato friends. That's what is meaningful and fulfilling. The rest is complete and utter static.
I learned this from my 13 year old daughter who is a freshman in high school running cross country. She's currently one of the slower (but not the slowest) girl on the team. She's only 13. She WILL get faster. But most importantly, she loves doing it. I'm ecstatic that she's involved, and I keep telling her that if she likes it, to do it. The faster times will come, and in the end, that's not why she likes it or what's important. I've learned a thing or two about life recently from my kid. Yet another cool aspect to parenthood I never anticipated.
That 'You're Dumber Than a Fifth Grader' TV show has a point. Sometimes we all are.