Some days I wake up with a fire in my belly and a clear vision of the goal. The disappointments of the past are fresh in my memory, the reminders of the times I came up short, when I fell short of my expectations. These memories sprinkled with the euphoric feelings of my best days drive me forward.
On these daysm, my desire to improve, and become a better cyclocross racer cannot be contained. I have some events on my calendar for this spring. Silly little bike races, but I’ve committed to some pretty spectacular people that I would show up and bring my best, be prepared for the task at hand. I won't let them down.
Then some days I wake up like today. A broken man. I refused to do another interval work out on the trainer. I refuse to rack up hours riding the rollers in my kitchen.
The snow, the snow very well might be crushing my soul. My desires to be faster, smarter, better, are squashed by the soulless activity of indoor bicycle riding.
Some mornings I can trick myself on to the trainer, and talk myself into my efforts.
Today, I cannot.
Tomorrow will be a better day.
respect.
fatmarc
6 comments:
Some days, I too awake with a fire in my belly.
Taking a krapp usually fixes that.
I think my last trainer day was last week. They make you hate your bicycle which is just NFG.
Rumor is that the sun is coming out tomorrow afternoon!
We ride!
Hammer On!
i hear you! read my blog!
Spring Classic. 2/28, 3/7, 3/14. I reserved you a spot.
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
But I flew too high
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming
I can hear them say
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