I was an analyst in the investment banking program at Lehman Brothers in New York City and then another firm. I DID THE 100-HOUR WORKWEEK. I wore a suit and I looked like a pale, puffy zombie.
In November 2007, I went to visit my sister in San Francisco for Thanksgiving. She signed me up for this cyclocross race, which is a hybrid between mountain biking and road cycling. And I just loved it. I came back to New York and DECIDED TO BUY A BICYCLE. That was probably the biggest one-item purchase I’ve ever made — a $1,000 entry-level bike. In the beginning, it just sat in my living room. Finally, I got the courage to start riding it in the city. I STARTED COMPETING at the amateur level in the summer of 2008. I got a coach in 2009.
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This is a joke, right? Or, is it an illustration of narcissism at a whole new level?