Sunshine For My Soul Today
Even when you ride in darkness you can occasionally find your way back into the sunlight. The ride – Providence Canyon
Get Off My Trail
Even when you ride in darkness you can occasionally find your way back into the sunlight. The ride – Providence Canyon
Ever have one of those dreams where you really want to run but when you try it’s like your moving through molasses? I started on Zwift feeling OK but then my legs just started to refuse to spin the cranks. Not sure if I’m out of gas or tired or just getting old or what. The ride – Zwift
Heavy rain during the night and cloudy cold weather drove me indoors and into Watopia. It’s so much warmer in a volcano. The rides – Zwift
Some days don’t turn out the way you think it will. With blue skies and nice temperatures on a November day I thought I’d do my typical ride – 4 loops and a couple of hours. I wasn’t alone in taking advantage of the weather and trail conditions. I had a great time catching up with friends while catching my breath. The mountains really are
I need to buy lights. The time change means it now gets dark at 5pm. Still real dirt and mud and cold make for a great way to spend the waning moments of the day. There was a bit of grease here and there but overall a bit of time on a real bike in real dirt made me feel like a real boy again.
It’s like climbing the Alpe d’Huez but not really. I do need more climbing in my life so up I went. The ride – Zwift
I picked a really short ride because I had planned on joining a training ride. Then technical problems happened and I never joined said ride. Instead I rode in circles. This did allow me to be lazy and then sprint until I wanted to puke as I went on a leaderboard hunt. I doubt it was effective training but when you are too lazy to
I’ve been on the trainer for the past 3 days. For whatever reason Zwift disconnected from Strava so not all the rides made it over. Multiple days on the trainer leaves the brain a mess of indistinguishable memories that all blur together and my legs are still whining and crying out with debilitating cramps. I keep telling myself tomorrow will be the day I feel
It’s November in Northern Utah. That means it could be 30 degrees with feet of snow or sunshiney and a balmy 65 degrees. It’s the first one right now and I’m adding an extra ten pounds in gear to keep me from freezing to death. The ride – Providence Canyon
The bitter chill in the air keeps me off my road bike in the late Fall. Similar justifications apply to the cross bike. However, in the name of variety I pulled out the Bianchi and all my cold weather gear and headed to Logan canyon. The consequence for any speed above 20mph was a distinct loss of feeling in my fingers and a deep bite