I want to see their ears bleed.
I’ve written here before about paving over sportsfields with rubber materials that “work better” year round. doping is the equivalent of paving over the turf with rubber mats to make the playing field “level.” recover better, ride stronger, enhance your bodies ability to transfer and carry oxygen. yes but what are YOU MADE OF? what can YOU actually DO?
sure, if everyone is doping, then we’ll still see the best and truest athlete. whatever. if you want to watch Superman, rent the goddamn movie. of course Ricco was doped, how else could he ride away without showing an ounce of pain, exertion, trepidation or fear on his face? what a pussy, he needed drugs. the slowest time in years up the Alp? awesome. this shit should defeat us. it should destroy us.
I want to see the ammonia from using their own muscles for fuel waft off their bodies afterwards. I want to see their eyes and ears bleed. I want to see their femurs break mid-stroke from being weakened over the years by the leaching of calcium from their bones used to keep their muscles firing. I want to see it all; all that happens and all that we are capable of. sure man, get massage, use compression pants, ice vests and SRA. that’s cool. just don’t hold anything back in the race, yo. empty your entire being out there.
there is nothing magical about this world or, for this matter, the sport of cycling.
how to put it to words