Thursday, July 08, 2010


Training Block
Somehow, miraculously, over the holiday weekend I was able to get a solid training block in.  Thursday night was close to 3 hours riding with the boys at Aggie, Friday and Saturday were all about family time and then Sunday, Monday and Tuesday I got solid 2.5-3 hour road rides in with Tuesday's ride being the Brunswick kick to the teeth.

There is something about that ride.  I hate it with a passion and don't look forward to doing it but when it's done, I'm happy that I made the effort.  Kind of like racing.  I have very few actual enjoyable moments while racing but the satisfaction afterwards makes it all worth while.  How many of us have done a 6, 12 or 24 hour race, suffered like a dog and swore to never do it again only to find themselves toeing the line again shortly later.  The human brain is an amazing thing.

The ride this week lacked a couple of the heavy hitters but it was still strong enough that I occasionally had to take short pulls to keep from getting shit out the back of the group.  By the time KillBill and I got back to the shop (we did a 10 mile warm-up and cool-down) we clocked 3 solid hours and my legs felt like complete jell-o.  Perfect.

So, whats the photo at the top you might ask?  It's a cool little nest I found at a house we're building and I was checking out as part of my new job.  Actually, new job isn't entirely accurate but I have received a promotion of sorts at the ole mill stone with lots more responsibility, a bit more authority and, so far at least, no increase in pay!  Yay for me!  Negotiations are under way... (see there?  I snuck a little work into the blog, the trifecta is complete)


2 comments:

the original big ring said...

pfffft.... the only "blocks" I'm doing are blocks of brownies, blocks of fudge, blocks of cake, blocks of blocks. . . and so on.
meh.

Miff said...

You know I can line up for those 6 hr enduros, and all day epics on the MTB single tracking.....put me on the road to pedal pedal pedal...and I sulk and suck every pedal stroke. Gotta shift my head space...its the hand that feeds the hungry MTB mouth...so yep the mind can be a pain_in_the_pedal sometimes.