A series of ailments, a busy work month, and an Vermont get-away have left me with a surprising little amount of time to do a lot of training. Sure I could probably fight my way through the three events in a quarter-day's time, but I still have the urge to WIN!!!
I took advantage of the brief glimmer of nice weather in New England this March and had a bike-maintenance morning followed by a one-hour bike ride. I hard-core hit the road thinking, "Well, in cycling classes I can go about 24 miles in an hour." An hour later I pulled into my driveway and clocked my ride on googlemaps- 13 miles. Fuck.
Riding a bike outside is hard. There's wind, there are bumps in the road, there's traffic, and worst of all- there's no techno remixes of Celtic Woman with an instructor yelling at you to "MOVE MOVE MOVE!!!!!!" How am I to motivate myself to go faster when the mail truck is gunning for first?
I'm hoping when the rain stops... nay- I'm hoping the rain stops. And if it should- I will continue to push myself harder and harder on the road. I think the rain is a reminder to get my land-lubbin' arse into the pool...
hmmm- 42 days to go!
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