There is no pharmacological laxative as effective as the impending start of a mountain bike race.
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There is no pharmacological laxative as effective as the impending start of a mountain bike race.
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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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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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The sorting crew works all summer, picking out out the Playboys from the National Geographics ...
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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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There are stories like this all over the sporting world: has-been runners, cyclists, skiers, blowing the dust off their histories for one more run.
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The only way to get past many of the obstacles is to reach a hand out for help, and the only right thing to do is to offer a hand to the next person behind, and there’s actually a certain beauty in the collective overcoming.
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?
we all have some prejudices we carry around - some stereotypes that we buy into - and someday, maybe unintentionally, we’ll let one out. We’ll expose ourselves for who we are, and we’ll be embarrassed. I hope that when it is my turn to be in that position, that there is some grace for me.
to the ethnic hair police, let me ask this: when did it become taboo to experiment with elements of another culture that we find interesting?