Of all the seasons and most of the reasons, experience remains, the more you ride in (the) winter* - the better you ride all the rest of the time(s). * While I do not intend to debate the benefits of riding in your more warm climates during this period...I do, however, propose those of us that ride through the more frozen of shits do (in any actuality) earn far ...
It happened like that, just the yesterday, on a wintery ride. Awesome. Not the cliche as I might more typically over-employ. Not the reflection of any one peculiar instant in time. It wasn't the ride, it wasn't the conditions, it wasn't the company and it wasn't even the sight of mine own silhouette as it fell most sexily atop the virgin white snow. It was awesome, a full body floating ...
I am no stranger to sustained and repeated failure. I've done it much, I do it well. I've grown comfortable with, if I'm not most partial to, it's sting. I excel at decelerating. It's not mere failure that constitutes my current cycling complication. It's the graphic (evidently intentional) journey through the stages of; laughing stock (A) to potential (B) to loser (C) to complete disappointment (D) that I despise the ...
Following some singular pressuring and a promise of greater social (media) glory, I've decided to permit STRAVA access to my rides. Strava appears to be the simplest way to track my triumphant return to more regular riding. What's more; It's free. It's an app. It's easy to use. I am a strong proponent of each of these descriptors. Perfect? Notsofast. Following but a one and single ride (one that was ...
With lesser time than patience we (being the royal I) are going to call the latest epic instalment in the "WordPress AutoUpgrade vs Misfit Psycles Curiosity vs WordPress Version vs Plugins vs Themes battle du jour" - Good Enough. And by Good Enough I really do mean meh with a capital whatever. I'm not entirely please with the (new) layout. Possibly because it's different. I'm not entirely pleased with the ...
Sunday March fourth brought much and more of the all-day same as I (re)gain ground. Weights and Swim. Notbeingfatandbitchingaboutitintwentywordsnomorenolessisfuckinghard.
Saturday March third brought forth a many hour hike day and a one point five hour spin at night. Spent.
Friday March two, this is an be the fitness report. Iron for fortyfive, followed by same on the stationary. Motion.
Albeit late, this is the twenty, no more, no less that summarizes my training accomplishment(s) for Thursday March First. Nothing.
Broke and broken is not the place for me. I've tried both, together, individually, individually together. I've done this on occasion as well as on numerous occasions. Like failure and amphetamines, these are experiences every soul should sample. Only then, face down in your proverbial ditch, might you fully understand. Neither offers the romance and freedom we are entitled to assume in the complacency that causes them. That was my ...
Since whenever and over whatnot my (relative) state of fitness has come and gone. In order to better assist you with context I could make (another) chart that would accurately reflect my desire to achieve any given state of fitness. Much like the desire it's intended to represent, it's just not worth the effort. What happened December 18 was (essentially) nothing special. I woke inspired and I intended to start that ...
Woke up yesterday and it was Tuesday. A FULL week since the LAST ride. Time for a little something more. Intentions: Depart BULL lot at 16:00 Arrive ALBION HILLS 16:30 Meet Craig et al at 17:00 Ride Meet Bob et al at 18:00 Ride Depart ALBION HILLS 20:00 Arrive BULL 20:30 Actualizations: Rapidly bleed Magura Julie's in driveway 15:58 Zut allores re-bleed Magura Julie's in driveway WITH instructions 16:12 Shitfuck, re-read instructions for CORRECT brakes 16:20 Motherfuck, realization that ...
Not riding. Not predictably nor with intent. Yesterday I didda shoulda, coulda, woulda all day long...wee wee wee. If it's the thought that counts, it's going to be a banner year. For some many reasons going to the gym is (simply) more appealing. Maybe it's the relative predictability of it. Open 24/7 and climate controlled. Maybe that's it. Maybe it's that throwing shite around has always been an important part ...
No motion towards motivation. Nothing. Last night I sat patiently in front of The Biggest Loser. Nothing. Not so much as a quiver, beyond a brief overextension as I lunged towards the salsa. Tick tock grows the adipose tissue. Enter whimsy. Another strategically fiscal instigation has been implemented. A stimulus of motivation by guilt. I figured it's the least that the wealthy would do. No accounting for paint. In fact, ...
Among other reasons, I hate you because of the offseason. Realistically speaking, the best one can hope for (during the offseason) is to impede a complete erosion of fitness. Many cyclists, too many cyclists, relish the affirmation that their season 'knows no end'. They declare with a heaping helping of superiority that, for them, 'cycling is a lifestyle'. These cyclists are duct taped grocery bag sock wearing idiots*. *And jerks. ...