8 Stages of Cycling Into Headwinds

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Summary

Our first night in Sweden. You’d never guess that this beautiful spot was just a few kilometers from a mega mall.

Our first night in Sweden. You’d never guess that this beautiful spot was just a few kilometers from a mega mall.

You’ve heard of the 5 Stages of Grief, but have you heard of the lesser known 8 Stages of Headwind?

Headwinds are a cyclist’s’ worst nightmare. After my most difficult day of cycling ever, battling headwinds for seven hours straight, I realized that I had encountered several stages of dealing with my misery with the Winds of Despair.

I’ll also let you in on a little secret. We have encountered some lovely weather in Sweden. Blue skies, and scenic coastal towns, with the ocean glimmering in the sunshine. We’ve even had some tailwinds. The thing is, dear readers, that blue skies and sparkles don’t make exciting stories. Comfort zones are boring. Our misery is what creates adventure and provides me plenty of content to make you laugh out loud.

So here’s the deal. I’ll share the photos of our beautiful days and tell the hilarious tales of our woes. Deal? Great.

Speaking of tales of our woes, let’s get back to this windy afternoon. I’m still not quite certain how we made it to our destination that day. By the time we arrived, I was battered, like a junkyard car. I could barely speak in full sentences, let alone manage my cumbersome load, but we had arrived, and our bodies took us there. And that, is what this journey is all about.

And now, for those Stages of Headwind.


TakeAways

Everyone likes to tell stories about how much ‘fun‘ cycling is. We do it with smug looks on our faces. Well those stories are sometimes ‘edited in our minds‘. Sometimes cycling is a SufferFest.