Get Off My Trail
Everything can be blamed on the stupid virus so I’m blaming my apparent loss of strength and speed on the entire thing. I keep hoping my tears after these Zwift rides will lead to performance gains but alas I think with each passing ride I’m just getting older not faster. The rides – Zwift
It’s windy and rainy and I’m a wimp and don’t ride in that stuff unless I really have to. I’ve been waiting for Dune to come out and with grey skies and a couple of hours on a trainer ahead of me I watched it all. I had seen the 1984 version but I’ve mostly forgotten it. It wasn’t bad but you have to really
Turns out today would have been a great day to be outside but I had already planned to ride inside and burned up the remainder of my legs on a “recovery ride”. Must go outside tomorrow. The ride – Zwift
I keep feeling like I’m getting old and slow. I’m putting my faith in Zwift to get faster this winter. This ride hurt so good. The rides – Zwift
Cold, snow, and a limited schedule equal another day on Zwift. I’ve been feeling especially weak lately. I kept telling myself that I was taking a “rest” day but every day can’t be a rest day. Today I was determined to hold onto my power no matter what comes. For the first half I managed to hold on and output the kinds of wattage I
I really wanted to get the fat bike out and head into the hills. However it snowed wit h the trees holding onto their leaves. The carnage was universal with broken branches covering roads and lawns and branches breaking in real time downing power lines with a bright lightning like flash lig ridehting the dark skies. I didn’t want to be the one hearing all
Time was not my friend today so between weather and meetings I found myself missing the mountains and building base miles for a better day. The rides – Zwift
Never take clean air for granted. On this beautiful Autumn day when the canyons are lit up with color I find myself riding Zwift because the air is once again a miserable haze. I’m not happy. The Rides – Zwift
Dig deep they say. Push harder they say. Ever have a day when no matter what your brain says your legs act like your teenager when you ask them to wash the dishes? No amount of coaxing or pushing could get my legs to go any harder or faster this morning. I think my body doth protest against the continuing riding on the trainer. The
A long road trip, a weekend in Las Vegas, a Labor Day weekend junk food binge and late nights all make great preparation for intervals on Makuri Island. Sad that the air up here in the mountains is worse than the air in Las Vegas. The Ride – Zwift