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There’s a line past which an endeavor changes from “healthy pursuit” to “disturbing obsession”. I think I may have crossed it.
I started cycling several years ago after a running injury. The idea was to take it easy on my knees and maybe save a little gas. That was 2009.
Fast forward to 2013, and I’m sitting on the floor of my office busily swapping around cleats on four pairs of rather expensive, very specific cycling shoes. Mind you, these aren’t even all of my rather expensive, very specific cycling shoes – these are just the ones with compatible cleats. Anyway, I look up to see my beautiful and normally supportive wife taking my picture. I smiled, reflexively.
But then I realized she’s actually making fun of me!
To me, the cycling shoes all seem very normal, but in her eyes, I’m some sort of deranged, pedaling, Imelda Marcos.
Sadly(?), I don’t intend to do anything about it…
