New year, new you. New Year’s resolutions. I’ve probably even used “New Year’s revolutions” as a crap cycling pun in the past. However you frame it, this tradition of pretending we can burst from the fatty, lazy chrysalis of Christmas like some sort of aggressively ambitious, boundless energy is hollow hype. Especially if you’re a bike rider in the phase of the shortest, nastiest days of the year and probably at your annual low point of fitness. But then maybe it’s the reaction to the traditional excess and idleness of the ‘festive period’ that provides the impetus we need to make these mostly empty promises? I’m certainly not immune either, but let’s have a little story time for how that’s going so far...
