I’d always been vaguely opposed to toughness but started to embrace it in 1998. I had been such a pussy. I was soft flabby and weak. The bicycle brought me into a certain type of physical and mental toughness. Hard exertion in crazy ass conditions for long periods of time. I got so nuts I’d commute home 15 miles in truly dangerous new Mexico style lightning storms just for the fuck of it. Hills. Sand. Mud. Fuck it all. Vthat kind if attitude makes you feel more invincible. There is no way to get that on anything sold on tv. You need to suffer and struggle some.
Eventually that struggle got easy.
Now it’s weights. They are truly intimidating and scary and heavy. I get a little nervous again doing it.
Physical challenge us powerful stuff and us missing in our culture
I think that’s ehat all these warrior dash mud run competitions are about now.
