Whine

I know it can snow a lot, but every fucking day? It's time to have a bit of spring, it is almost June. OK, now I'll go get some cheese. Even after all these years I still get surprised at how much the weather beats me up. I am a pussy. Go ride and smile.

Draft

This is what the time is like. I have the warm clothes, as good as they are they are wearing out, I need a new budget to account for the fact that I need new winter gear, now. Little bits make the time easier to put in. Like the wombats I got about a month ago, amazing, versatile, but the blown zippers and holes in shoecovers add up to drafts.

May

This time of year my motivation and patience w/ living above 9000ft gets brittle. I could crack at any point. I have the fenders and warm clothes but sometimes it just gets well, brittle. I look at the people who have the nice weather and get jealous. This isn't May 12, or at least it shouldn't.

black and white

Nothing is neutral, it can't be right now, if it was the path wouldn't be the right pursuit, without a clear goal down the road the junk keeps the door closed and the training is just lost in the landfill. Trying to balance doesn't mean neutrality. Listen to the legs, sit up if you need to but quitting is out of the question.

li3ge

My one knuckle still throbs, one finger on one hand just will not stop aching. I am still cold from the effort, the shortest ride i have done in weeks and it hurts like hell, still. I know I am bitching, maybe gloves are a better thing to not forget. It all adds up though, aches and pains are consistent, the more, the better. Time to find new warmers that don't suck, stuff that fits and better organised gear. My own fault, 30 degrees and snowing and the idiot didn't have gloves on, how smart is that? the work was done, that's all that matters, as long as I don't get sick now.

Now that I think about it, it wasn't that bad, I just needed to vent a bit. I feel fine, it could have been really cold and really snowy. May at 9600 feet, you never know what you could have.

Flew

WWJD? What would Jens do? He'd go out like I would like to. Do the three or four hours and get the work done. No slowing for the weather or the chill creeping in. Go harder to stay warmer, to a point this all works, after that...empty tank, limp home, drained. I know the base is built, only going up from here.

afterall

The bikes are falling together, regular days that were Winter are now Spring training days. Trading skis for full time bikes over the rough days that called for different avenues to the finish line. Train to race, a means to an end, I always wondered how the people who didn't compete managed to work out, was it a number on a scale or a clothing size? How do you gauge the progress? In that way we have it easy. The steady progression grows the drive only more, sharpening the end, the top is pulling me up.

Radar

Put me on the bike. The escape is the travel getting to the place I need to be. Trying to visit between all of the distractions the temple is right there, two wheels, better views, keep vying for my space. Putting out the fires to build up a good burn. Less is less.

Clearing Out

One way or the other this week will clear out the system. Throw up or, the other way. Not a sprinting effort more of a steady snowball effect to rebuild what was broken and clear what is blocked. After all on may 5, nothing matters more than the next 7 months.

Soon is close

Almostready to jump outof the gate as I sit and write. Sort of close. Better than I think, better than I thought. The legs are happy. Listen close, ipods or not the better things aren't too far off. It's on and I feel the smooth coming through fiber by fiber.