Indoor cycling strips away the distractions of nature, conversation, and wind. What remains is pure, unfiltered chaos. Magnified by a fan that sounds like a jet engine and a towel that gave up two intervals ago.
It starts innocently. Someone mentions a training block. Another casually drops their HRV score like it’s small talk. Before you know it, your group chat is full of lactate thresholds, recovery metrics, and arguments about the correct zone for threshold work (Zone 3? Zone 4?…
Ah, January. A time for fresh starts, bold plans, and lying to ourselves in our ride journals. If you haven’t set at least one cycling goal you’ll completely abandon by the 20th, are you even a cyclist?
You’ve emerged from the end-of-year glow with a belly full of roast potatoes and a head full of dreams. This is it. You’re going to ride consistently. Maybe even train. Maybe even stretch after rides instead of just collapsing onto the carpet like a haunted…
