Tomorrow is a killer weekly group ride that I've been able to sporadically attend. Everytime I ride with these guys--by mile 19 my legs burn, my left foot goes temporarily numb, my water-bottle is yet untouched (we're going too fast to even touch it), and I start praying, begging God to help me finish the last 26 miles (TWENTY SIX more miles? My legs scream). I never suffer so much as I do when on this ride. So, why do I feel the need to go whenever I can sneak it in? I mean, there is a slower group, it seems like that would be more enjoyable. Every time I say to myself that I'm going to ride with them--it would be more fun. Yet, when we roll out, I'm with the faster group.
Anyone else suffer from this addiction?



? My legs scream). I never suffer so much as I do when on this ride. So, why do I feel the need to go whenever I can sneak it in? I mean, there is a slower group, it seems like that would be more enjoyable. Every time I say to myself that I'm going to ride with them--it would be more fun. Yet, when we roll out, I'm with the faster group.
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It's pretty much a conditioned response to something that's pleasant in the long run...
