Life On Two Wheels

Along the river and toward the mountains a morning shadow shimmers across the road. The rays of the first light jet through the trees and across a figure gliding upon the road. His breath trails in short spurts, petrified as it hits the icy air. All is quiet except the slight sound of the athlete as he summons himself for yet another days work. Soon the rest of the world will bustle with life as well and the brief simplicity of cyclist and nature will disappear into the everyday struggle of life in full motion; the errands and intervals, the appointments and intersections, and the deadlines and finish lines OutPaceTheRace

Friday, March 02, 2007

The gait of triumph

North bend, WA
Friday, March 02, 2007

The predicament of mine at once is that the training is momentarily on hold. For me, and dissimilar to many of my rivals, preparation is a chance to get an edge on everyone who shows up to the race not wearing argyle. If training is not underway, the feeling is terribly of waste. That is the feeling immediately. I understand of course, that if I were to train right now, it would probably jeopardize the next couple weeks of training, or even, similar to last year, leave me sort of sick for the rest of the year.
Today I rode 2 hours. Yesterday: 2 hours. The day before that: 1 hour. Tomorrow: 2 hours. Then, maybe, I’ll begin the preparation that wins races again.