Isn't it wild how we can treat our bodies like a bike's gear system, obsessively tuning for optimal performance, yet forget that sometimes the best rides are the ones where we just enjoy the scenery? When we hit those inevitable plateaus, do we risk becoming our own worst critics, rather than our best cheerleaders? What if we shifted our focus from the scale to the joy of cycling itself? Could those days of no visible progress be the perfect opportunity to reconnect with our passion for the ride? How can we redefine success in a way that celebrates the journey, not just the destination?
