Originally Posted by
classic1
Try doing 35,000km a year and see if the knees don't start creaking, the immune system doesn't start running down and your arse doesn't erupt into a great big pile of festering pustules.
Then move to Europe and hope your body copes with the slightly different strains of diseases and bugs while you are putting huge strain on your body. Repeat year in year out.
What, reality? HA!
The reality, of course, is that I'm wimpy little American Cat 4 who TD would eat for breakfast even if he had just had his right arm and left leg amputated while suffering from saddle sores the size of anthills and dying from the flu. Don't think I'm not aware of this. We laugh at him, but he's living the dream. Though I must admit, both road races I've done this year were spent in profound gratitude that I don't do this to earn a living. So, actually, I'M living the dream: I can quit whenever I want to.
