Post-Cyclocross Depression | Grit & Glimmer
How incredible is it to be able to go out once a week, sharpen yourself into a point and cut into the deep, unpretty parts of your brain.
This is precisely why I love cyclocross so much. After sitting in a desk chair tapping a keyboard on the web for the past 15 years, I've found that getting onto a bike and into extreme oxygen debt for 45min each Sunday in the Fall is the most beautiful sort of pain and suffering possible and reminds me of what it feels like to be alive.