Intro/ My Story

You are a product of your environment, so the saying goes. If that is the case then I am supposed to be some superhuman track sprinter who is on a fast track to Rio. But I am not, I barely weigh 150 pounds and am 6'1''. For those of you who do not who I am Tyler Nothstein son of one of the most decorated American track cyclists of all time Marty Nothstein. I am always reminded of that. Don't get me wrong I am proud of my Dad and he is my number one role model. I want to be great like him. One day I want to go to the Olympics. But not for the sprints. I have turned into a mass start racer. Instead of the awesome and powerful one on one sprinting my dad did, I do the chaotic scratch and point races. That is where I shine I love the rush of being in a tight pack with over 30 riders on a banked oval track on a bike with no brakes.

The struggles of my success does not come from training and injury. It comes from my pedigree so to speak. The success of my dad hangs over me like a shadow. The local community expects me to be great, and I do too myself. But the pressure is crippling for me. One bad week throws me off mentally. And not to mention the things said behind my back and to my face. Things that made me want to punch the person in the face. Things like I piggyback off my dad's success, I am only at the level I am at due to the fact that my dad runs the local track and many others that I heard over my brief 4 years of racing. I dismiss those sayings with my results. National team sprint champion, 4 time national medalist, 2013 Jr. Track Worlds National team member, State and Regional champ in the sprints, and Pennsylvania Best all Around rider. I surged from a cat 5 on the track to a cat 2 in my 4 years of racing. 

I am bred to race it is in my blood. Bane from The Dark Knight Rises sums that up with this quote: "I was born in, moulded by it." 

I started this blog to talk about my struggles and my success, my races, and my ever growing career in the sport of cycling. I am not here to cry about what is said about me. The things that were said about me made who I am. It made me stronger, tougher, and faster. I use that rage and anger in my races. I set up this blog to document my life as a child of cycling.