The Story Of My Bike Life

When I registered for a triathlon in the summer of 2011, I designed a rigid training plan of daily runs on the race course, swims at the beach, and death glares at the bikes in the back of the garage. I dreaded dusting off my sister’s sparkly purple Walmart mountain bike. My motivation was about as low as the air pressure in its tires that hadn’t been touched in months.

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