Cyclists Are Weird
“Sometimes I wonder what on earth I’m doing. It’s cold, I’m tired and I need some time to relax and simply do nothing. But totally exhausted from a full week of work, I find myself pulling on lycra rather lounging in bed with a cup of tea.
Why? So I can ride up a really steep hill, barely able to breathe, with my cadence dropping ever lower as I struggle to turn the pedals. I grunt, I frown, I get annoyed with myself for being slower than Dave. Then when I get back from riding, I spend the rest of the day alternately stuffing my face and falling asleep, a sofa zombie reading the newspaper.”
Do you ever question what you’re doing when you ride? I’ve been kind of wondering about the sanity of it all..
So I wrote a little post on the subject for Brooks England.
Check out my random musings, and be sure to check the comments below the feature for a really brilliant H.G. Wells quote!