On Rule #5: Not Minding That It Hurts

Lawrence of V-rabia

In my favorite scene from Lawrence of Arabia, T.E. Lawrence, after lighting a colleague’s cigarette, allows the match to burn down to his fingertips before snuffing it out. Having witnessed the stunt, the dim-witted associate attempts it himself, only to blow out the match before it gets anywhere close to burning down. “That damn well hurts!”, he states, barely concealing his amazement. “Certainly it hurts,” replies Lawrence with the cool calm of a man who is at ease with The V. “Well, what’s the trick then?”

“The trick, William Potter, is not minding that it hurts.”

The trick to becoming a better Cyclist depends, they say, on one’s capacity to suffer. Riding faster is easy, after all; all you have to do is push harder on those flat things attached to your feet. But that, as many of us have discovered, is the complicated bit.

Our ability to suffer is driven by our willingness to push ourselves, to resist the signals our bodies are sending – whether those signals tell us to stop an effort, to stay inside when the mercury drops, when the rain falls, or dipping into the cellar for a session on the trainer rather than for a bottle of wine. To walk the difficult path of becoming a better cyclist requires, in a word, willpower.

Many of the obstacles along that path require us to eschew the wisdom taught to us by our elders and society. Listen to your body, they tell us, when in fact our bodies are chatty things that have only a few sensible contributions to make. Stay inside when it’s wet, or you’ll catch cold, the folk knowledge claims, while in reality those who stay indoors are more likely to catch cold and if we were to heed that advice, we would rarely throw a leg over a top tube during non-summer months. What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger… well, I suppose they had to get one right.

In practice, weakness breeds weakness and strength breeds strength. We may not allow ourselves to take the easy path, for nothing worth travelling to lies at the end of it. If we relent to the pain during an effort, it only makes it easier to do so again next time. Allowing ourselves to stay off the bike for today’s bad weather makes it easier to do so again tomorrow. On the other hand, enduring today’s cold steels us for tomorrow’s chill.

To claim we enjoy suffering, that we enjoy the pain of an effort, or that we enjoy riding in the wet and cold is a bit misleading. While I believe there might be those who possess a perversion that does indeed allow them to enjoy pain, for most of us, we have merely discovered that the burning of our muscles today strengthens them for tomorrow. We have learned that submitting to the deluge or climbing aboard the trainer in winter helps build towards a result that won’t  be realized until our planet reaches the next equinox. Rather than enjoying suffering, we enjoy what suffering does for us and have learned through practice to associate current pains with future gains.

Personally, I enjoy riding in the rain more than most, certainly when it comes as a refreshing change from riding on dry roads. I enjoy the rain splashing up from the road, or the cold air in my face. But to say I cherish riding throughout the cold and wet Winter months is certainly an overstatement. During this time of year, I have to push myself to go for a ride every single time. When I am warm inside, there is no part of me that wants to pull on cold-weather gear knowing I will be cold and uncomfortable for the duration of the ride. Instead of thinking about whether I want to ride, I simply do it; focusing on desire or comfort does little to improve the condition. Quite the opposite, in fact – a frozen toe is better left not contemplated when one lacks the means to warm it up.

The trick to becoming a better cyclist doesn’t have so much to do with our capacity to suffer. Certainly we suffer; the trick is not minding that we suffer.

frank

The founder of Velominati and curator of The Rules, Frank was born in the Dutch colonies of Minnesota. His boundless physical talents are carefully canceled out by his equally boundless enthusiasm for drinking. Coffee, beer, wine, if it’s in a container, he will enjoy it, a lot of it. He currently lives in Seattle. He loves riding in the rain and scheduling visits with the Man with the Hammer just to be reminded of the privilege it is to feel completely depleted. He holds down a technology job the description of which no-one really understands and his interests outside of Cycling and drinking are Cycling and drinking. As devoted aesthete, the only thing more important to him than riding a bike well is looking good doing it. Frank is co-author along with the other Keepers of the Cog of the popular book, The Rules, The Way of the Cycling Disciple and also writes a monthly column for the magazine, Cyclist. He is also currently working on the first follow-up to The Rules, tentatively entitled The Hardmen. Email him directly at rouleur@velominati.com.

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  • "...or dipping into the cellar for a session on the trainer rather than for a bottle of wine..." and therein lies my constant winter challenge, that voice whispering in my ear: Turbo or Bordeaux?

  • check me out - first to post!

    Frank you are definitely now, officially, a fully qualified GP - my keys are at reception, I'll be back in a month or two....

    I hope you can get the above point across to the punters better than I can

    For myself, I am not sure I particularly enjoy the cold and wet, but the post suffering karma is so intense, it always makes it worthwhile, unless you require an amputation

    Yesterday morning we gathered at out sailing club, pishing snow, windy and generally not very inviting - after I issued a Haka, in the direction of those on the point of going to get the Sunday Times and their slippers, 12 intrepid nutters succumbed and hit the water - it was friggin awesome, blowing its nuts off, and I have never been so roundly thanked as I was by those same 11 as they supped their Guinness and munched their crisps with rosy hot faces afterwards

    Suffering is good

  • @Dr C

    @roadslave
    damn, I swore I got in there first, now I just sound like an eejit!

    Ah! But the trick is not to mind sounding like an eejit. Which, as far as I can work out, is a prerequisite for membership in this community of friends...

  • @Dr C

    Ha Ha

    Nice post Frank, though I might argue in favour of David Lean's stunning cinematography as a better choice of favourite scene.

    But to take up your point, I am not often given to motivational quotes and other such rubbish, but one that I saw on someone's t-shirt and has stayed with me is:
    "Training is the Opposite of Hoping"

    I tell myself that on the days when I have to get up and do intervals.

  • Ah, Dr C - that Ha Ha was supposed to have fake 'code' next to it saying Nelson, as in the Simpsons character.

    Evidently my code was too good because it has been filtered out !

  • Great post, Frank, and something I have been ruminating on (cogitating, indeed) lately: that the romance of "our agony"”our badge of honor"”our sin" is something that rarely happens in the moment. The state of mind in the moment is markedly different"”and terrifically encapsulated in not minding that it hurts.

    Of course, sports science can reduce a cyclist's abilities to a series of tests surround power, weight, etc. Leaving us fans with the desire/hope that will counts for something bigger...

  • On Saturday evening, I realised that family commitments would only allow me to get out for a ride on Sunday if I was back at the house by 9am. When the alarm went off at 4.55am my head told me I had a cold and a sore throat on the way, my gouty knee was complaining loudly about the intake of Big Red Wines during the recent festivities in honour of Mrs Chris' birthday. It would have been too easy to listen.

    As I was getting dressed and sipping the pre-ride double espresso, my eight year old poked his head round the door and asked if it was time to get up. When I told him it was only 5am and to go back to bed he looked as though I was completely deranged.

    Three hours and a few minutes later my head felt clear and alive and although my knee was still a bit angry (it felt fine on the ride) I had the inner peace and mental strength hop on a crowded train into London and sit through "Shrek - The Musical". I did not mind that it hurt.

  • Wow, I went to see the local scary film festival last Friday. One of the trailers prior to seeing 1962's "Cape Fear" was for 1962's...Lawrence of Arabia. I was completely unaware of this movie, and now...Frank, that's crazy timing!

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