Get Off My Trail
I was OK and then I wasn’t paying attention and I got strung out on the back of the group. Once that main group is gone you are 100% screwed on Zwift. The same can be said of a real life ride but in the virtual world it’s hard to perceive what’s going on until it’s too late. /complaint. Also throwing in the warm up
Ironically, not a painful climb. The ride – Zwift The bike – Trek Madone 6.9
It’s time to go outside. The ride – Zwift The bike – Trek Madone 6.9
Still on Zwift. Taking it easy today with the HERD. The ride – Zwift The bike – Trek Madone 6.9
Trying to kill myself. I kept up until the end when I totally burned out. The ride – Zwift The bike – Trek Madone 6.9
Utah is a desert so it’s raining. I could ride outside but if I get wet I melt so I find myself exploring the streets of London. The ride – Zwift The bike – Trek Madone 6.9
Another wishful ride wishing I was riding in France instead of my basement. The ride – Zwift The bike – Trek Madone 6.9
Another long, slow slog. This time slower than the last time. My legs and I are not in accord these days. The ride – Zwift The bike – Trek Madone 6.9
A long, slow slog. That is all. The ride – Zwift The bike – Trek Madone 6.9
The day grew darker and darker as I rode, the sun disappearing behind the Spring snow. The sun a distant memory, my abilities a distant memory, and with pain in my legs and butt my only companion I rode and I finished a tortoise enduring to the end rather than a hare sprinting to the finish. Some days you live the dream where you run