Form, that elusive feeling that you are riding at your peak is the holy grail of the serious cyclist. You get fleeting glimpses of it as you approach it. These past couple weeks as my training has been more consistent and as I've logged longer and hillier rides I've had brief moments when I can feel my forms coming on. Last Sunday riding up "the grade" was one such. The previous weekend pre-riding the Cote de Tolosa course I had the feeling on parts of the climb. It's funny how these moments when you feel strong and the cycling feels effortless are so few compared to the many more moments when you are suffering like a dog and feeling about as fast as a dog turd. Somehow the good moments outweigh the bad.
Today is the last long hard ride before the Cote de Tolosa. I'm going to play hooky from work and go ride something long. Exactly what I haven't decided. Maybe the steeps back behind Lopez - those are always good mental and physical training.
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