I am in a phase of writing about cycling, I realise. I am finding something quite pure about riding my bike in the last while. The simplicity and the lessons in there. Perhaps it is the lessons. Just today, I sat with a long lost friend, discussing life and the immense challenge he faced a year or five ago, thrown in the deep end in a position he knew very little about.
It was tough. Monstrously tough. He drew back on the long rides, the long runs, the short runs when they sucked, and the lessons learned in all his time spent committed to his cause, to perfecting the journey. He applied the lessons to the tasks at hand and proclaimed to me that indeed, sport is the rulebook for life. It’s all interlaced.
Still want to ride cobbles?
So back to the last few articles, about riding, about the work done, about the lessons learned and taking the lessons forward to make good decisions in a compound manner.
Back to the ways in which we learn to fight for a better life, so that we can move with more agility, with more grace, with power versus force, with less haste and more speed. Few races draw the attention of the world as much as Roubaix. There are many reasons for it and I won’t delve into those today. Few riders that the world has ever seen display all the things I have been talking about quite like our Spartacus. Please enjoy his grace, his power, his speed.
If you are looking for someone to copy, look no further.