I am no stranger to working hard to be lazy.
I will stay ahead in my class readings so I won’t have to work that hard over the weekend, cram my Ortlieb bag full of food so I’ll only have to go on one grocery run a week, and run up five flights of stairs with a bike slung over my shoulder so I can savor an extra 3 minutes doing absolutely nothing before class.
Some might argue this takes the joy out of being lazy; that the sheer organization skills involved and constant planning makes life more hectic than languid. But I’m a creature of [rushed, busy] habit, and besides, that whole “everything should be done in moderation” argument falls apart faster than a Walmart bike when it comes from people who enjoy biking more than 200 miles a week.
But when you’re an aspiring Cat 100 track racer with a couple finnicky IT bands, taking a day off the rollers [not the foam ones] is sometimes a good thing. And while I felt guilty enough to contemplate a sweat session after dinner, like my end-of-the-day reward of taking the elevator instead of portaging the bike down those stairs, I have to admit I sort of enjoyed it.
Hey, I said “sort of,” for all of you bike jocks who are shaking your heads in disgust while averaging 100000000 watts on your warm ups. Keep in mind that I’m not even at junior varsity level yet…I’m the equivalent of an intramural club hopeful. And though I live, breathe, and write about bicycles every day, a small part of me is ever-so-slightly scared that this obsession can pour over into an overdose. Like the kind that requires hospitalization and detox.
So like the tiny bites I’ll take of my Walnut and Date Kind Bar [they are so good] to make them last that much longer, I’m trying to nibble and savor every sweetly satisfying bite of my bicycles. And when it seems like my enthusiasm is waning to the point where it could become slightly nonexistent for several days, it’s time to take a temporary leave of absence and allow myself just a small morsel of laziness.
And you know what? I woke up today and couldn’t wait to get back on those damn rollers.