“Uh oh! So and so just stole your QOM.”
Not something a cyclist on Strava really likes to see. Especially when you’re so competitive it’s a competition to see who can be first in line for the bathroom when the group makes it to the coffee stop. Either way, when you see that notification and after determining that the QOM/KOM dethroning was legitimate and not done in a vehicle, you have two options: you can concede to second place or you can fight to take it back.
This time, I chose to take it back. For me the QOM isn’t about being the best. It’s about pushing myself to go fast enough to be the QOM. (So I guess it is about being the best, but not because I need to be the best and feel superior; it shows me I am powerful enough to be QOM.)
It took five weeks. And we celebrated with peach and strawberry fritters when I finally got it back.