Bits

What am I doing here? Mid way up the climb, the ferrous taste creeps further into my mouth from my throat as the climb kicks, and kicks me again. I know better, too many years of the pedals on my feet, I know what the equation looks like; go out, break a pile of dishes, try to eat as little as possible to put them back together-and repeat. Simple right? It's when the work ceases to be work, it's just part and parcel of the routine. I know I'm doing it and my competitors I think are doing it too, but who are they? Do they function on the fringes of the day? Lacking the door at noon to get the most work at the best time? Do they get to repeated black in the ledger? Is it even worth the effort? I don't know what ledger I'm scribbling black ink in but I do know what it takes to just get out the door. It's not just kitting up and walking to the garage. I think I would have grown bored with all of it by now if it was simpler.

4:2

A few days running around on wheels nearly in the dark the light has shone on the clear days. I don't know what the finished product is but the works are going to pay off at some point. I can't call it crystal clear yet, opening the blinds to see the hints of better things. Plenty of time in the wind, lots of it dead on. Easily the best days so far but that isn't saying much. Hours turn over easier right now. Hour 4 resembles hour 2 a month ago.

Assimilate

Twist

Blue

Lately training isn't really that. Riding can't always be training but training is always riding. The affect of hours in the saddle quiets the head, I'm one of those guys the one with headphones on while he rides. Not too loud the wind and cars are way louder than what I'm listening to. I have pedals that connect directly to my head. If they are turning it's all a little better a little slice of quiet that the cars, the wind and the ipod aren't offering. The inner monologue is really not too assuring, definitely defeatist and totally lacking in anything resembling certainty. I wouldn't want it any other way, if it was I would likely end up on the couch with a beer watching team sports instead of taking care of the rest.