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.
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
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