That time alone is one of the reasons I love endless hours of solo training on the bicycle. So many professional cyclists and domestic elites settle in Boulder precisely because it affords them the opportunity to connect with other talented riders, to share long days spent in the saddle with those who have the same training demands, and to enjoy a sense of community in the sport. I like all those things, too, but constant companionship exhausts me. I enjoy meeting fans and shaking hands and swapping stories when I do events or make public appearances for the team, and then? I need an hour or two on my own to decompress. A time out.
Back then, though, it was different. I wasn’t stepping away to recharge. I was suffering from a kind of incurable loneliness that left a hole in me into which I had curled up completely. Read more
By Becky Furuta I found out Kelly Catlin died from suicide the same way the rest of the cycling community would uncover the news: On social media. Facebook, actually. A mutual friend racing for Rally UHC Cycling – one ofRead More