No Fun Zone Ahead.

by trivialmtb

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Nothing makes my fun-boner soft faster than the idea of “training for enduro” and I mean nothing.

This guy’s training program is probably really good. And I wish him the most success with selling it. And to anyone who buys it, I hope they find the results they are looking for: http://enduromtbtraining.com/ultimate-enduro-training

So don’t take this as a bash against that guy or anyone who wants to find success in his programing. I’m genuinely glad to see people trying to be good at something, being competitive, and living a healthy and fit lifestyle, regardless of what form that takes. Just saying that seeing his program stirred up some stuff deep in my gassy belly.

The idea of training for enduro… that makes me cringe. I thought enduro was supposed to be the saving grace of dirt-racing, offering heaps of fun spilling forth from the cornucopia of joys offered by highly capable modern mountain bikes. I thought that enduro was supposed to be the fun-guy version of downhill that offered thrills and speed without blink-and-you-miss-it race times. I thought enduro was supposed to be the fun-bro time that put the lead back in the pencil of neutered cross country racing. Seems that so far, enduro has delivered on the fun of going for a really great mountain bike ride, but with an even more crowded trail, and having to pay for generally poor event organization, oh and now add fucking training to the list. Thanks enduro.

Maybe that’s just me finally throwing in the towel at the thought of competing or ever again sending USA Cycling another check for a “pro” license (whatever that even means). Maybe I’ve fully embraced my position in cycling as standing fully with two feet on the mushy grounds of mediocrity, surrendering whatever illusion I may have once held that I had at least a fingertip on the chance of being a contender at something. Because these days, I rarely ride my bike for money and it’s a far cry from the kind of money one would need to earn to call it a living or even pay off late fees at the library on that copy of Twilight that’s a year overdue. And to a previous version of me, training is what pros do who are paid to ride their bikes really well and everyone else is just sort of dicking around. But that’s not to say you can’t take dicking around seriously. It’s just that maybe a couple hundred mountain bike riders in the world are training in their respective disciplines, and the rest of us are just playing expensive games in the dirt.

Not sure where this rambling was going. Just seems like an issue of semantics about the word training.

In conclusion, if it’s part of your job duties to go beat everyone else in the world at a thing, you’re training. If you’re trying to win a Cat2 regional enduro race, don’t lose sight of the incontrovertible fact that this shit is supposed to be fun. So be prepared for your fun, but don’t act like your “training” is that important.

Not everything sucks. Just most things. [/angst]