Is it just me, or does the cycling community worship at the altar of suffering, where the more you hurt, the more legit you are? I mean, how many times have we heard no pain, no gain or harden up, buttercup? But what about the other side of the coin? What about the riders whove been quietly grinding away, pushing themselves to the limit, and ending up burned out, injured, or just plain exhausted? Are they not real cyclists because they didnt quite make it to the mythical land of hitting the wall and digging deep?
Can we honestly say that our collective obsession with going harder, faster, and longer is really worth the cost? Or are we just perpetuating a culture of machismo and one-upmanship, where the only way to earn respect is to sacrifice our bodies and minds on the altar of cycling gods?
Can we honestly say that our collective obsession with going harder, faster, and longer is really worth the cost? Or are we just perpetuating a culture of machismo and one-upmanship, where the only way to earn respect is to sacrifice our bodies and minds on the altar of cycling gods?