Today I thought it was a good day to grab my bike for the first time this year and to cruise around the block a little, check if everything was still working. So I jumped on my bike and drove off. Actually I did not jump on my bike and drive off immediately. First I put on my cycling tights, put on my cycling jersey, my cycling gloves, my cycling jacket and of course my magnetic cycling shoes for the magnetic pedals, my heart rate monitor chest strap, took my bike computer and my helmet and after I had dressed like I was competing for the #*$!ing Tour de France for a perhaps ten kilometer ride I drove of. On my much to expensive bike.
Actually I did not realize the ridiculousness of my actions - since I met a lot of people out there dressed just the same as I was. It was only when we where huffing and puffing to get on top of a hill and were overtaken by a fifteen year old in street clothes on a squeaky old bike I realized what I was doing. He drove by, easily overtaking us - sitting on his saddle and whistling - only stopping his whistling for a short moment- for a digusted look at us as he drove by.
Then I realized that he was just like me - twenty years ago. I had always sworn myself not to turn into those absurd creatures compensating their lack of fitness with overprized equipment. But now it has happend - I have turned into what I despised once. A bicycle-abomination.
Anybody with similar experiences? Did you turn into what you hated once too? And why is this happening to us?
