The Wall (and hitting it)
I should have saved today's title for a better post. This one is pretty lame. If you see this title again in XXC or on the Chamois, it's 'cause the well ran dry (again) and I dig the title. Sorry.
OK, Monday I did the Tour Fan Treadmill Workout, and Tuesday I did a 2:20 mountain bike road ride. So today I thought I'd do an easy couple laps on the local park trails. Hmmm..... This is a bit wordy but the phrase "I feel like I may have never been on a mountain bike in my life and weigh about 398 pounds (give or take a pizza)" comes to mind. In other words- It sucked. Correction- I SUCKED. Just had nothing. I pedaled about 7 miles and said "f*ck it" and went home. Lame. Lame with a capital L and not just because it started a sentence, but but 'cause it sucked and was so lame it needs a capital letter. In fact (and this is for Montana) it needs ALL CAPS and is SUPER LAME.
Some days I'm not sure if I need a coach, a therapist, or both.
The boy is with his Pop tonight and Wifey is in another state/province/district/suck city. So I'm gonna go watch bike movies and get some mojo back in the loins. Yep, bike porn. No lube required.