Stephen Shrubsall training indoors on wattbike atom Wake up; spend 12 hours in a melancholic trance; go to bed. While this is fairly standard practice for a mid-winter’s day in the UK, I’d decided to add an extra layer of misery to December’s blanket of gloom by taking on a Virtual Everesting attempt and riding the height of Everest (8,840metres), indoors. Why? Because for reasons I’m not quite yet able to fathom, cyclists seem to err towards making life as miserable as possible.
For some reason, we cyclists like to seek out activities that will elicit a maximum level of pain and discomfort. And when we’ve finished, maybe a week later when the chafing is subsidising, we look back and think ‘that was a really horrific experience – but not quite horrific enough. Let’s do another one.’
I was pretty sure that Virtual Everesting would put an end to this cycle. Having spoken to Virtual Everesting survivors, I was confident that this would be my swansong. My bicycles and turbo trainer would then spend the rest of their lives under a thick tarpaulin in the furthest reaches of my shed. Or, so I hoped. Virtual Everesting, Hour by Hour
7:00 : The light of the shed flickered on to reveal my steed – a shiny Wattbike Atom . I would become intimately acquainted with this piece of apparatus today. It would learn my darkest secrets and my deepest fears, it would also become saturated in various bodily fluids. Yes, this […]
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