CULT OF JAMES

Three and a half years between Zwift sessions. That gap tells its own story — one I’m not going to narrate because the point is that I came back. Two miles through virtual London at 9:53 pace. Sub-ten. Heart rate averaging 108 with a spike to 150, which means there were hills and I didn’t walk them. Seventy-eight feet of…

Virtual London at night on a November Zwift. 2.1 miles through the Classique route, which sounds elegant until you remember it’s a treadmill in a room and the London skyline is pixels. Twenty-one minutes. The kind of session you do because doing nothing felt worse. My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult and HEALTH on the speakers — industrial for…