So far this year it has been a struggle to keep my head above water on the bike scene, and once again that gives me the pleasure of reaching deep inside and pulling myself back from the brink of disaster. It only takes a few crumbs of motivation to keep the dream alive and an industrious scavenger can find a nip and a morsel anywhere if he pays attention.
25 miles on the mountain bike with Torso brought me to my gasping knees on Friday. I call this the confrontation with reality phase.
12 miles of stratosphere scraping hill climbs with S’quatch Saturday re-kindled the flame.
32 flat road miles yesterday chasing Tri-geeks and S’quatch towards the end of his 80 mile vision quest had me feeling like a man who knows his way around a bicycle again.
The Golf clubs are shelved. They served their purpose as a diversionary tactic to lure the rest of the gang off track. Now while they are golfing and chasing my score, I am back on the bike doing the good work that the Lord intends me to do.
Of course, this is another version of my “training for next season” approach, and as we all know next season never comes.
I’m scheduled for a month off in sunny Sandy Eggo to welcome the arrival of my new nephew, Clell Beauregard, in August and I am thinking of a tour up the PCH on the Fuji Del Rey at some point. If you have any cycling knowledge of the area, please chime in. I expect it is windy, hilly, and rooms are expensive. Other than that I just know it is epic and beautiful and will make me a better person.
Please note the post below and feel free to regard it as current also, the Tour frenzy got to me over the weekend.