Wake up, do your work. Do not tolerate excuses. I wrote for eight years before anyone ever paid me to do it. I did it because I loved it and because I was committed to the inherent value of it. Good things came from that, but good things also came as a result of discipline. I got up every morning and did the work – even when I didn’t think it was any good, even when people told me it was shitty, even when I wasn’t exactly sure why I was doing it or what the hell I was even creating.
Shut Up Legs as Life Principle | Grit & Glimmer
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via Instagram at St Kilda Crits
via benjaminjtaylor: Sergio Jensen
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rainy commute by entyr on Flickr.
Family Cycle Train by Amsterdamize on Flickr.
You know it’s been a long day in the saddle when… on Flickr.
Busted your clavicle? Can’t tug on the bars? Nothing you can do but retire the race, right?
Shit no! Tie an old tube to your bars, clench the other end of that sucker in your teeth and use that to anchor your steam locomotive of a pedal stroke. That’s what Fiorenzo Magni did back in the 1956 Giro d’Italia. Hard as nails doesn’t even being to describe this guy.
