It all started like every great adventure…
With overconfidence.
I had just watched a few Tour de France highlights on YouTube. Suddenly, I was inspired. I told myself, “You know what? You’ve got the heart of a champion… and probably the legs too.”
Narrator: He did not have the legs.
The Big Ride Plan
My brilliant idea? Bike to the next town over — about 20 kilometers away.
In my head: → Smooth roads
→ Cool breeze
→ People cheering me on like I’m in a race
Reality: → Potholes
→ Angry dogs
→ My own legs betraying me after 5 km
The Struggle Was Real
First 2 km: “This is amazing. I should bike every day.”
5 km: “Hmm… a little tired but still good.”
8 km: “Is that a cramp or is this how champions feel?”
10 km: Google Maps says I’m only halfway??”
13 km: Questioning all my life choices.
15 km: Started bargaining with the universe.
17 km: Considered calling a tricycle to tow me.
20 km: Arrived at my destination looking like I fought a bear and lost.
The Aftermath
I sat at a roadside store, drinking the coldest soda of my life, feeling like I just survived an episode of Man vs. Wild: Biker Edition.
Best part? I still had to bike back home.
Worst part? My legs refused to cooperate.
So yes… I learned my lesson that day:
→ I am not a Tour de France cyclist.
→ Always bring extra water.
→ Never underestimate a long ride.
→ And most importantly… enjoy the ride, even if it destroys you a little.