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After a year consumed by work and travel, I reclaimed my commitment to cycling in January 2025. Logging 760 kilometers across 21 indoor rides on Rouvy, I have ridden through virtual landscapes worldwide. With discipline and focus, I aim to drop weight and regain both physical and mental strength.

Forced indoors by strong winds, the ride felt mechanical. No fresh air, no shifting road, just numbers on a screen. Effort was real, progress steady, but the experience lacked depth. Three PRs fell, yet fatigue lingered. The body adapted, but the road was missed.

A week of challenge and growth. Six rides, 257 kilometers, and stronger power output. Outdoor rides brought fresh air and real effort, a stark contrast to virtual training. The road never stops evolving, and neither does progress. Every push forward is another step toward something greater.

The morning called, the road waited, the ride delivered. Cool air sharpened the senses, golden sun stretched across the sky, and the river flowed with quiet power. Effort felt effortless, strength felt steady, motion felt meaningful. A stop to soak it in, a push to finish strong.

A final ride before the wind takes control, a test of strength against resistance. Shorter in distance but not in effort, every push forward met with nature’s defiance. Progress is built in moments like these, where persistence wins. Next week may bring change, but the motion never stops.

A battle against wind, resistance, and fatigue. The road challenged, the effort never wavered, and the ride proved that strength is built outside, not on a screen. No simulation, no shortcuts, just movement, struggle, and progress felt with every turn. The road tested me, but I pushed through.

Some days the fire burns bright, other days it flickers, but the road does not care. Effort is not always about records or speed, but about showing up when the body resists. Progress is built in motion, even when slow. Perfection is nothing, persistence is everything, and the ride always matters.

Cold air, open roads, and pure motion. Each pedal stroke felt alive, every breath crisp and full. No screens, no data, just the raw rhythm of the ride. The world moved with me, the effort real, the freedom unmatched. Riding outside is more than training, it the ultimate connection.

A ride meant for balance became a breakthrough. The legs felt strong, endurance held, and power surged from nowhere. Records fell, momentum built, and the fire to push further burned brighter. Progress is earned in motion, not measured in numbers.