Since an early age I have been involved in endurance sport. I was the completely wacky and abnormal kid who at the age of 15 would get up at 5 am, grab my golf clubs, hop on my bike, ride to the golf course in a tiny town in Southern Alberta, and get a round of golf in before ANYONE showed up. I’d then cycle all the way home, throw on the running shoes and go for a 10K run. Upon returning I’d grab my board shorts, head to the pool, teach some swimming lessons and spend the afternoon honing my lifeguard skills (aka basking in the sun and working on developing skin cancer). I really spent every minute trying to do as many things as I could. I was doing slow-cycling races with my best middle school friend before I even knew it was an actual way of training for killer cycling skills. You know the drill: ride in a straight line from point A to point B as slowly as humanly possible. Much easier now as an adult, but BOY! When you are an awkward 12 year old boy, riding your bike slowly is a recipe for some good comical viewing, BUT also the development of some SWEEEET cycling skills.