ARE YOU RENEWED BY SPRING’S ETERNAL CYCLING HOPES?
It’s that time of year for those of us who live where winter means cold and wind, snow and rain, gritty roads and dark days.
We’ve endured months of indoor riding, made disciplined suffering a virtue, and somehow felt smart about spending a ton of money on a trainer that also claims to be.
There have been openings in winter’s din where we’ve snuck outside for a ride or two and been led to believe that the dawn of spring was emerging. Mentally crushed and physically closed in by a new foot of snow and a stretch of icy cold, we resumed our zombie-like paces back to our trainers where our eyes transfix on cyclists-like, pixel-rich figures riding alongside us, shouting in synthesized voices to “ride on”. (Who says that on the road? Or anywhere?)
And then, it’s over. The weather finally confirms what the calendar says should be happening. Our roadie’s mind switches back on and Spring’s eternal hopes renew our cyclist’s soul.
Sure, we need to layer up to keep our bodies warm, but our mind is alert, the miles pass more easily, and the 3D sights and sounds of the real world remind us what we love so much about riding outside and that make the months of suffering inside almost seem worth it.
For me, that happened this past weekend. For you, my dear fellow road cycling enthusiasts, I hope it has already or will soon happen. The skis are put aside, the Zwift membership is suspended, and the season’s cycling event schedule is committed to the calendar.
Soon, the group rides will re-form, the countdown to the first event will begin, and those hours of cycling Zen away from our maddening world and always-on brains will refresh us like no Three Sisters ride or trips to A Very Dark Place ever could.
It feels good.