Isn’t it ironic how we’ve gone from racing to finding our “inner cyclist”? While some riders are busy meditating on their feelings, others are left wondering if they should be doing yoga poses or sprint intervals. If mindfulness becomes the new norm, are we just setting ourselves up for a peloton of participation trophies?
What happens when the adrenaline junkies start trading their power meters for peace meters? If the thrill of competition is sidelined for a zen-like state, are we risking a future where the most intense debate is whether to cycle in silence or with whale sounds playing in the background?
Can we really call it a race if everyone’s more focused on their chakras than their cadence? If mindfulness is the ticket to the cycling party, are we inadvertently inviting a bunch of folks who just want to sip herbal tea while pedaling? How do we keep the competitive fire burning without extinguishing the joy of the ride?
What happens when the adrenaline junkies start trading their power meters for peace meters? If the thrill of competition is sidelined for a zen-like state, are we risking a future where the most intense debate is whether to cycle in silence or with whale sounds playing in the background?
Can we really call it a race if everyone’s more focused on their chakras than their cadence? If mindfulness is the ticket to the cycling party, are we inadvertently inviting a bunch of folks who just want to sip herbal tea while pedaling? How do we keep the competitive fire burning without extinguishing the joy of the ride?