Brittle Days

One of the nice things about cycling is that it’s a non-Sisyphean task. Once you’ve pushed your body (and mine is somewhat like a boulder) to the top of a hill, the only thing that awaits you is the joy of flying down the descent.

As opposed to work, where great achievements are rewarded with a larger load. There’s probably some management law about increasing the size of an employee’s boulder until they are unable to make progress up the slippery slope of career development. Sort of like a deterministic Peter principle.