Life, I decided, is more important than cycling. Blasphemy. Treason! Hang him! Lovers who’ve come to terms with their love for one another and other people. We’re not exactly on a break, no. We’re just open to seeing other people. And you know what, I’m enjoying it.
Read More The inevitable guilt complexI don’t race, I ride. Yet I’m training. For what I’m training for, I cannot say. There’s no medals to point to. There’s the small number of hill climb races I enter. Or the bravado of leading out the peloton or the fear of being dropped on a club ride. There’s local hills and personal bests. Yet I’m not really training for any of these.
Read More What am I training for? [The meaning of life]Somewhat unbelievably, I hate cycling right now. Hate it. Really I do. Lifeless, I have zero motivation to climb on a bike. Maybe it’s the wet January weather or perhaps it’s the fact I’m lazy. Either way, I do not comprehend this feeling. It does not compute.
Read More Meh. Cycling memes, motivation and pies
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