The State of Denial Address

Whats the measuring cup for? Well, its what I used to measure out my ration of wine last night. Because I can fool myself so easily. For instance, if I pour one glass, drink it, and then keep refilling it but only about a quarter full, its still somehow only one glass.

Last night it was exactly 4oz. Not a (sigh) drop more.

Bugger.

I'm not very disciplined (and no Marscat, this is not the blog about it). I'm not. If I've ever been fast it was only because I like to ride my bike a lot. But I don't like the training so much.

I know some who LOVE the training. LOVE the suffering.

Uhh...no.

Don't get me wrong, I love to work. Just not suffer. German work ethic is all part of my wiring. I will climb a hill all damn day with a 40 pound weight on my back while pulling a sack of potatoes if I have to. Thats not suffering, thats just work.

But ask me to sprint when there's no one sprinting next to me, or go hard on a flat when there's no one to chase, or to climb a hill really hard over and over again just because.....ugh.

And this year I am so excited about the team. We have a great mix of exuberant untapped youth and experienced, smart strength. The vibe is one of maturity, but with a childlike love of the sport. And I want very much to race with them.

And I want very much to race with Laura again. I don't think we've had the time to train and race together since we started the team. Which is of course ironic considering why we started the team.

And after seeing how fast they all are and how much Laura is training (don't let her fool you, girl knows how to train!), I also know I have some work (sigh...and some suffering) to do.

So I'm going to order me up a heart rate monitor (click here if you have an opinion on a good one). And I'm going to go fast until the monitor explodes, and I'm going to sprint as if Kyle is coming up on my left, and I'm going to pretend my honey is at the top of each hill waiting to smooch me.

And then I get to play.