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There is no pharmacological laxative as effective as the impending start of a mountain bike race.
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Pacing from window to window, talking to myself. Looking out the front and the back and this side and that side as though the conditions might be better over here or over there.
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It’s not just that I love riding my bikes - I love to be challenged. How about you? I’d love to hear how you challenge yourself.
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As much as I hated doing so, I ran the stop sign. I only had nine blocks to go and I was racing a thunderstorm. I hoped nobody was watching.
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he’ll hide in the ditch and stay down until I’m past. Then he’ll cross the road behind me and sprint up on my other side where I’m not expecting him and just about the time I think I’ve made it …
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Race report: the author takes an epic beating in the Black Hills.
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My heart beat 170 times in the last sixty seconds. I’m sweating a bit and out of breath, but don’t call anyone, this isn’t a medical episode … yet.
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I had the new bicycle for less than a day, and I wondered if I had made a mistake.
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An identity crisis is nothing that a new bike can't solve.
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The stoplight ahead turns red and I’m saved for a moment. We stand there, each one exaggerating our nonchalance, trying not to breathe too heavy or lean on the bike as a sign of weakness.
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if it takes longer to get dressed for a workout than it does to actually do the workout, I stay inside.
Another of our colleagues mentioned a footrace renown for it’s heat, crowds and a huge, difficult hill. “It’s really hard. You don’t want to do that one”, he told her. I didn’t say it at the time, but I thought, “how sad”. Why would we discourage someone from doing something just because it is difficult?
I’m 49 years old and I think I can still count on one hand the number of times in my whole working life that I’ve called in sick. Good health is a blessing. I’m very thankful and very aware that it could all change tomorrow.
He had gone a few miles on the rugged dirt road when his phone chimed. He stopped, read the text from Kat. “HELP” was what it said.
