Your tiny niche is now a global plumber’s crack
September 28, 2017 § 25 Comments
The day you knew your weirdness was now mainstream? That’s the day that Men’s Journal came out with an article praising Strava as “The Only Fitness App That Matters.”
Notice I said “your.” Not “my.”
I remember the first day I heard about Strava. I was in Bull’s living room. We were talking about something bikish and he said, “Hey you gotta check out this really cool program, it’s called Strava.”
Notice he said “program.” Not “app.” And certainly not “fitness app.”
Bull walked me through it on his laptop. “See?” he said. “It records everything and has these segments where you can look at parts of a ride and a leaderboard. See?”
“Stupidest fucking thing ever,” I said.
“It’s super cool,” he added, unfazed. “You’re gonna love it.”
I think that was in 2012. I did Strava for a couple of years until it became as unbearable as my power meter had been, a relentless reminder of quantified suckage, and what was worse, accelerating suckage. One day I took it behind the outhouse and shot it. Then, a year or so ago, shortly after my nutsack-breaking-incident, I resuscitated it.
But Men’s Journal has now anointed Strava as the only fitness app that matters; the killer app. Before you go proudly clapping yourself on the ass, please check their home page and note that Men’s Journal features:
- A giant, inflatable Irish pub.
- Kelly Slater paddling his surfboard.
- Some tatted up dude tossing an exerball.
- How to break in raw denim.
- Killer indoor exercise machines.
In other words, the mag has zero cred unless you’re a drunk surfing tatty-poo fashionista who exercises in front of a giant mirror.
The article is long on words but short on substance, which is like Strava itself, robustly empty. Basically, Strava is a killer app, the writer says, because it has a slick interface, yo. And segments, yo. And everyone’s on it, yo. This last part is the thing that makes it most killer for the author and therefore the type of person likely to read Men’s Journal. It’s kind of like a restaurant review that says “The food is incredible because everybody likes it.” Ah, yes. I see.
What the article missed is that Strava succeeds because it’s the digital equivalent of the giant mirror in front of the free weights where you can stare forever at the tiny bumps between your shoulder and elbow masquerading as muscle. Every Men’s Journal subscriber will understand.
Strava lets you ogle, stare, admire, note tiny differences from the last workout (“See! A new vein! I think.”), and just as importantly gaze at the lifter next to you, the one whose arm is twice the diameter of your torso. A few more reps and you’ll be exactly like him because you both belong to the same gym.
The digital narcissism of Strava has perfectly melded with the desire to watch yourself in motion. Nextgen versions will integrate with the four personal drones that follow you on the ride, and it will also connect with Zwift riders who virtually challenge you in their basement on the live video feed while you pedal the actual street. The live feed on Facebag will show realtime power/HR/elevation/speed and a 3-D topographical map running along the bottom of the screen. After the ride you’ll relax with some diet water, eat some raw almonds, compare your performance with people who are similar enough to beat but not similar enough to beat you, and review the whole thing in a video podcast that you upload through your glasses. The world isn’t all about you. The world is you.
And really, the author did get it right. Strava is the killer app. And the thing it killed? Fun.
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Original Strava was seeing at what point Jaeger would drop me on each climb – OOOOOOO i make it one extra driveway this week!!!
For me, that would be what’s known as the “beginning.”
I always prefered geoladders. Unfortunately something else Strava all but killed off.
Referring Strava to the World Court of Justice.
The cover price for Men’s Journal, aka “Cosmo for Dudes”, is $5.99!
That’s two months of CITSB before tax!
I take issue to Cosmo for Dude’s assertion that Strava is the killer fitness app because it’s not possible to log #crossfit workouts or track how much brotein you’ve clogged your kidneys with.
Yeah, #crossfit and #rhabdomyolysis!
So… how do you break in raw denim?
Oh, please. Dinner at a nice restaurant. A movie that is suggestive but not explicit. Drinks at your place, maybe a little Barry White.
You are on a roll….twice this week I have spewed my coffee while reading your (alleged) wit….”…in other words, the mag has zero cred unless you’re a drunk surfing tatty-poo fashionista who exercises in front of a giant mirror.”
Oh, good lord.
Next time I see you I am not buying you more coffee.
I’m fully convinced Stava was created by a triathlete. You see, they *know* roadies have a fantastic time riding together, doing pacelines, hammer rides, racing, and still (for the most part) don’t crash. Triathletes are terrible handlers, as we know, so out of spite they created Strava to destroy the good/fun dynamics of road riding. So every time someone says “hold on, it’s my segment”, it’s a victory for a triathlete. Disrupt, divide, sow confusion. Pretty sure said triathlete is a republican.
Hahahaha! STRAVA UNMASKED!
yeah, its killer allright. Killer’ed road racing, at least so it seems in SoCal. I wonder how long before someone invents an app to kill grassroots gravel and cyclocross racing too. Strava is sure easier than CX so it must be better
Easy is always better. Except when something hard happens in your life.
While Strava’s status as the butt of a joke or five is obvious (as we say in the trade “res ipsa loquitor”). Would you not concede its benefits?
One, for example, is to keep both triathletes and new enthusiastic riders far away from group rides until they actually accumulate enough skill to join them.
It must have been like Mad Max out there in the misty past when the first thing you did upon attaining enthusiasm was to try out Montrose or the Rose Bowl. At least now you can get your comparison jones satisfied in a digital way without harming any other actual cyclists!
Hahaha! Strava is just riding the zeitgeist, they’re not really to blame for anything with the exception of articles like the one in MJ.
I totally use Strava when I shave in the morning instead of using a mirror. Much prettier picture.
I’ve found just the opposite effect, not just because of strava but also with the plethora of “coached” riders with their extreme training plans – now you’ve got all these bennys out there with 350W FTP and no group riding skills. The last Saturday huge road group ride I did (Memorial Day) required 2 ambulances for 2 different incidents, the last one in the ‘GROUP SPRINT!!!! on highway 101 in Cardiff. Miracle no one was killed. No more of that group ride for me
You say “extreme training plans,” I say “extreme training pants.”
In non-cycling parlance it’s called a diaper 😉
And the last thing we have to do is trade Fly-q videos with our friends so we can watch ourselves preen, while dressed in plastic undies.
Or no undies.
At my age, in the leaky prostate division, plastic undies are mandatory.
‘Cuz it ain’t just the prostate that drips.
Thank heavens you posted this. I’ve been trying for months to break in the raw denim jeans I plan to wear to the Wankies without success!
The things you still get in America for $2.99.