September 14, 2017
Harden the fuck up.
That’s what we’re supposed to do isn’t? Stop whining. Stop complaining. Don’t even dare think about quitting.
Harden. The Fuck. Up.
Cyclists are supposed to be hard. You fall in the middle of a bunch sprint at 65 kilometres per hour and shave the skin off half of your back. You stumble over the line wheeling your bike beside you. You cry tears of self pity and pain when the cold water from the shitty shower in the flea-riddled ‘hotel’ hits your sticky bald flesh. But you are expected to take to the startline the next day, so you harden the fuck up, smile for the cameras and be thankful you are one of the privileged ones.