Modern cycling media regales us with stories of the zone, the place where everything is going perfectly and your mind and body are as one. It's a lovely place, but one with a dark, seldom talked about relative, the box.
Riding in the hills? Odds on, you're in the box.
Riding in the gutter with a heavy cross wind? Odds on, you're in the box.
Riding on the trainer? Odds on, you're in the box.
Riding with faster riders? Odds on, you're in the box.
All cyclists will be familiar with the box, it's not the box seat, it's the box of hurt. No one else could possibly understand how much you're suffering, it's you're own personal hell. Your legs pedal squares. Your bike is going backwards. You're in the box, all by yourself.
So, here's what I've been wondering, are all boxes created equal? Is there a commonality to everyone's box? Is it worse to be in a big or small box? Are boxes custom made? Can I get mine in Ti?
Monday, 14 September 2009
The box
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sometimes we forge into our own box. but recently "mother nature" put me into a box and pushed me over a fair few times.
this box had a stencil on the side addressed to the angry doctor - 34ยบ heat, cross winds and hills designed to rip your legs off.
25% of the starters were put in their box and decided to depart the box at the half way point.
my first 100km race. not the nicest way to start my endurance racing career....
all things aside, i love the box
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