Two cyclists blur across the screen. In perfectly coordinated lycra, they effortlessly clock hundreds of miles without breaking a sweat, chatting into the camera with every 10 kilometres clocked on their high-speed route round Battersea Park, or on paid trips abroad.
I close my Instagram app after the fourth video of these flawless cyclists. It’s all got too much. Why can’t I devote my days to mountain climbs, to developing coordinated outfits with my friends before meeting them for mid-ride coffee breaks? Do we really "all have the same 24 hours," as British influencer Molly Mae once claimed. Am I just not trying hard enough?
