When you just stand there in the basement or garage admiring your bike as it hangs clean and tuned in the stand.
When you hammer over the top and drop down the cassette and hit the front side of the next climb and crest that rise without slowing.
When you’ve got all the motivation in the world, but injuries keep you from doing anything with it.
When you’re finally so wet that you can’t be more wet, so you settle in and just ride, even though the sky has fallen and everybody else is running for cover.
When you find yourself right on top of the gear, zipping along, perfect tension in the pedals and the road smooth under your tires.
When your favorite fades in the last kilometer, just pops and shoots backwards, and the whole damn race is lost, and you really believed he/she could do it, and now you have to think about the race differently and pray for a miracle, though we’ve come to suspect miracles…sadly.
When you lay out your clothes the night before, and fill your bottles, and adjust the pressure in your tires, and point your front wheel at the door and go to bed, sure you’ve forgotten something.
When you’re unconsciously good and you keep pulling inadvertently off the front and then sitting up to wait for your friends, and they all seem to be working hard and you can’t make it compute, but there it is, form.
When you feel fast and congratulate yourself for being so fit, and then it suddenly dawns on you that you have a stiff tailwind.
When you know you’ve waited too long to eat, and your head starts to feel thick and your legs go wooden, and you cram everything you’ve got in your jersey pocket into your mouth and empty your bottles, but you know it won’t help, and you just have to limp home and try to be smarter the next time.
When you descend the stairs all wobbly-legged and smile knowing you went hard.
This week’s Group Ride just asks the simple question: When?