I am not a chicken
I have a hate-hate relationship with my trainer.
I love riding my bike. And if I am ever fit, it is only because I love riding my bike. It is not because I am disciplined or motivated. It is because I love the sheer joy of propelling myself through this world.
I will put my head down and suffer like a beast on the open roads or trails. The wind in my face inspires me (and wipes away the yak coming out of my mouth). The passing world moves me forward when my legs want to stop. The sounds of my tires crunching leaves and grit pulls me up hills.
But sit my ass on a trainer and I am all wuss and no go.
So what in the world was I doing pedaling like a fiend on it last night? I have no idea. But when you are inspired, you don't question it. You just hop on, pedal and breathe.
Still, that finishing song of "tweet, tweet, tweet" was the sweetest sound I heard all night.
posted by Velo Bella @ 10:16 AM
16 Comments:
pab and i have had a few awesome workouts recently where one or both of us have felt great for no apparent reason--we were remarking on how some days your legs and head and everything are just where they should be and how it's especially nice when it actually meshes with an important race day...
he's been mixing our energy drinks with some samples he won at some races instead of our usual powerbar endurance drink--and we just realized last night that it contains caffeine!...and that the new drink and energetic workouts corresponded!
so much for the zone
I cannot believe you were on a trainer. Are there pictures proofing this?
I have the elusive photo proof! She can duck and dodge the lense pretty well for being on a stationary trainer.
Okay, where is my buddie? You know the one that used to look at me with a bewildered stare when I would suggest we do trainer workouts together... or better yet reply with "I'd rather poke my eyes out with sticks"
If you mix in some rollers, that helps with the boredom - you can't just go into numb mind mode or you'll be on the floor (and not in a good way).
I know.
What happened?
Probably some of this sweet inspiration and well...you know.
rollers? Now thats just crazy talk.
i am a chicken for those...someday though
Hell, the majority of my riding is on rollers in the PM... :( should be out there now but I'm feeling lazy. Did hit 45mph on them this past year. Crazy. And I also was able to get a water bottle out of the cage and drink it without crashing. Big accomplishment.
mmmmm...caffeine
lets be sure to bring lots for Sunday
Pete's.
made special-like.
~
There are three things that are usually poke my eyes out with sticks worthy
riding on the trainer
time trials
hillclimbs
go figure...
to my evil jazzercise-erific trainer
thank you
for showing me today that I am not such a wuss after all
you rock
you stud
HR 191 on first interval?
... i'm just glad you didn't slug me.
ugh ... trainer tonite again.
shyte ~ i hate winter.
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ditto here
but I roped jeni into joining me
Hmm...shouldn't say roped around a rodeo queen i suppose
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