I recently confided in my male riding partner that he pushes me faster and faster each week. Before, I had always smiled and pretended that I was comfortable riding at his 18 - 20 mph pace. I welcomed every red light we came to as it gave me a breather. I could never drink enough, I was too busy hammering. I was too embarrassed to tell him to slow down.

I now find myself comfortably hanging with the fast group on the club rides and am able to take pulls of 20 on the flats. Guess all that work was good for something!

I'm addicted to pain and suffering!