On recovery days during the summer, I’ll spin along sparkling green roads en route to a sunny cafe patio, where my teammates and I will relax over cappucinos. Inevitably, those are the days people ask, “So, this is what you do for a living?” And I answer truthfully: yes.
Of course, this isn’t the whole truth.
Today, for example, the rain poured and the skies threw buckets of hail at my head. I pedaled through snow, slush and puddles under the incredulous stares of bundled-up pedestrians and motorists. This is also what I do for a living.
Days like today are what keep me from feeling too guilty on those lovely summer days while I sip fresh coffee in the warm sunshine and say, “Yes. As a matter of fact, this is what I do for a living.”