We. The athletes. Lampooned. Admired. The freaks.
Those who get up every morning even though their inner temptation would prefer to keep on snoozing. Those who are willing to sacrifice so much. Those out there who are on their way to chase the horizn. Marked by the sun through several hours on burning asphalt. Those who carry aches in their arms and legs like decorations.
It is not about searching for the next cutoff. It is a matter of challenging oneself. The feeling to fight for something. To really want something. To feel at one with everything else. First and foremost with oneself.