Monday, May 3, 2010
It's starting to look like I'm a bit surfed out after the epic winter we had and the 2 weeks in Mexico. Or maybe I'm just being a big fucking pussy about jumping into questionable 50 degree windswell. Who needs it eh. I sure as hell don't. And I was feeling a little out-of-it all last week for some reason. So I skipped the surfing entirely. Lots of other shit to do..like stuffing myself into the spandex clownsuit and rippin along the bike path at an incredible rate. Last weekend appears to be the re-opening day of my 2010 bike season. A couple 25 milers to stretch out the legs and keep the heart rate stablized well inside the mellow range. Not tryin to win any race you know, so no need to prove anything. At my advanced age, and all the years spent completely off the bike during long stretches in the winter, I've learned a few lessons the hard way. One of the hardest things to do is bring it down a notch in the beginning of the season. The quote that sums it up best is... "it's hard to go easy but easy to go hard". I just end up breaking down more if I push it too early. Once that month is up, then it's time to catch up with the rest of the peleton who trained all year and pummel myself with hills, repeats, tempo, and sprints. A solid month of mindlessly spinning the legs in circles and keeping shit restrained will pay off later in the heart summer. Last year was the Repair Year. And it worked, my back is solid. This year, since I turn 40 at the end of summer, is the Peak Physical Conditioning year. After 40 it's all fucked and I start my rapid decline into becoming a gummer dude.