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 an industrial mood. Sister Machine Gun closing it out. The playlist knew what kind of night it was even if the route pretended otherwise.

Sometimes you lace up just to prove you still can.