Heating Up
Routines can be good, and for the last few weeks we've had a good rhythm going. There is less thinking and worrying.
Lately I get out of bed to the smell of Art's cinnamon French toast. After getting dressed and rolling out, we return to "La cueva" (the cave - the affectionate title of our flat) somewhere between 2-5 hours later. At that point I make myself some chocolate milk, wring the sweat out of my cycling jersey and hang it out to dry, start the rice or pasta, take a cold shower, break out the Sriracha sauce, and load some downloaded TV shows to watch while I eat. After a bit of that, I nap. Sometimes in the evening we do another short ride to try and freshen up the legs. Other than that, I'll do some cooking and maybe watch a movie.
Life becomes binary: you're riding or you're recovering. It's that simple. Every 5 minutes or so this little thought drifts through your head: what am I doing right now and is it possible that it will make me faster? Often when I am standing, I subconsciously look for a place to sit down. I minimize my trips up and down stairs. Sometimes I reach for a cookie and stop short; I have some fruit in the fridge.
On rides, I've been staying conservative: trying to walk that fine line between pushing hard enough to train well and not using up that indefinable mojo I will need in a race. But yesterday I cranked up the engine to get a benchmark of where I'm at right now. On my best of three intervals I put out 399W for 7:30min, using a powermeter that may run anywhere from 5-20W too low. And at just under 68 kg, I might be able to survive better than most. We'll see in next week's tour. Regardless, the engine is heating up.
And so is the weather. It has been consistently 85 degrees and I'm loving it. You take any day from the last month, and I would happily live that day again and again until the day I die.
Lately I get out of bed to the smell of Art's cinnamon French toast. After getting dressed and rolling out, we return to "La cueva" (the cave - the affectionate title of our flat) somewhere between 2-5 hours later. At that point I make myself some chocolate milk, wring the sweat out of my cycling jersey and hang it out to dry, start the rice or pasta, take a cold shower, break out the Sriracha sauce, and load some downloaded TV shows to watch while I eat. After a bit of that, I nap. Sometimes in the evening we do another short ride to try and freshen up the legs. Other than that, I'll do some cooking and maybe watch a movie.
Life becomes binary: you're riding or you're recovering. It's that simple. Every 5 minutes or so this little thought drifts through your head: what am I doing right now and is it possible that it will make me faster? Often when I am standing, I subconsciously look for a place to sit down. I minimize my trips up and down stairs. Sometimes I reach for a cookie and stop short; I have some fruit in the fridge.
On rides, I've been staying conservative: trying to walk that fine line between pushing hard enough to train well and not using up that indefinable mojo I will need in a race. But yesterday I cranked up the engine to get a benchmark of where I'm at right now. On my best of three intervals I put out 399W for 7:30min, using a powermeter that may run anywhere from 5-20W too low. And at just under 68 kg, I might be able to survive better than most. We'll see in next week's tour. Regardless, the engine is heating up.
And so is the weather. It has been consistently 85 degrees and I'm loving it. You take any day from the last month, and I would happily live that day again and again until the day I die.
posted by Unknown at 4:34 PM
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"A cyclist never stands when he could sit; a cyclist never sits when he could lay down". - Mr. DuBois
Sounds like you're living it. Well done.
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