Get Off My Trail
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
Watching the weather I thought there would be a chance to ride in the great outdoors. With continued wildfires in the west it was not meant to be and I resigned myself to another 2 hours in the basement battling electrons on Zwift. Also Zwift taunts me. Never does it screenshot when I’m sprinting and cranking out power. It always waits for a moment of
With wildfires burning out of control in California the air in the Western United States smells and tastes like a campfire. I’m getting old so I try to take it easy on my lungs these days which meant another day on the Trainer riding Zwift. The Makuri Islands look so pretty. I also tried a VO2 over under ride which I totally failed at. Sometimes
All week I had been hoping the rain would clear out the smoke, but alas the PM 2.5 is still at the level where I may as well smoke cigars as ride a bike outside. I don’t smoke so Zwift I guess we are best friends this week. The rides – Zwift
Another day of rain and smoke which seems impossible but I guess is not. We’ve gone from 90 degree days to 50 degree days and so much rain. It’s OK. I like the rain and I’m looking forward to the moment a few days from now when the trails have had a chance to dry from mud into pay dirt. In the mean time I’ll