Recently I read two things that stuck enough for there to be no need to ever re-read them;
"Riding a bicycle and melancholy are incompatible" and
"When I am riding my bike, the world is breaking someone else's heart".
The second of these is from the highly regarded American poet, Diane Ackerman, the first from an unknown author. I am grateful to both and richer for the small but significant impact each has had,
I often wonder why it is that some things we read are completely bypassed, filtered out as if somehow we know they are of no value, whilst others resonate with a certainty that they are somehow, deeply important to us. It must, I reason, have something to do with being human and our very unique capacity for wonderment.
For me cycling has always represented the perfect blend of beauty, excitement, challenge, suffering and exhilaration. It is just that some days one stands a little taller, part of the allure I think, you never know which it is going to be. On our recent training camp in the Victorian Alps, I saw many examples of how cycling to the "top of the world" brings a type of joy that very few other activities can.
As Peter told me in Bright, " Bubba there in no better way way to experience the mountains than on a bike".
Stay safe out there and may the tailwinds blow.
Brian Bubba Cooke
Exercise Physiologist, coach & cycling tragic for 30 years. Love the freedom, reward and sense of achievement that one can only experience in our amazing sport.