One day I was traveling by train on a long journey, when I met someone that used to be a junior cyclist that loved competition. I mentioned the fact that I don’t like long runs with a bike for the pain in the ass, but loved climbing hills. He looked at me and told me: you know, I really like cycling competition, but one day I saw a professional laying down on a litter full of syringes a side and that was it, I said no more, I don’t want that kind of life for me, the same day I spoke with my mentor and packed my boots.
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