Why would you train for a ride that is not a race?
I am riding with friends, and I do not want to be the weak link. I want to be helpful, and I don’t want to get off the bike. To walk uphill. There is nothing more soul-sapping.
And I like to go up.
Going up. It’s just so daunting. It feels impossible. Like you just are kidding yourself that you can get that pedal back down.
What I like is when you’re almost at your limit. And you find this place, this rhythm. That you can sustain. And you sit in that spot, just cranking it out. And next thing you know you’ve conquered a mountain.
Hm. What are you thinking? Literally, what goes on in your head?
Well that’s the beautiful part. Up to that point, you’re struggling. You’re filled with doubt.
You can’t make it. And then it all settles down. And your mind goes blank. And you’re just a piston.
But seriously, no other thoughts?
All crowded out. It’s that magic focus. It’s how you go up.
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