This time of year in general is difficult for the cyclist. Days are short. Days are cold. Hormones are at ebb tide. Then there's the vast uncounted armies of the viral world lying in wait to ambush your every ambition. So what's a boy to do? Start fresh, start over. Yesterday was one such restart. I was home. It was sunny. I was feeling better. I had gotten the rear hoop on the Steve Rex replaces so that bike was back in the arsenal, so at about 1:30 I togged up heavily and hopped on the Rex for a short leg opener. It was hard. It's been weeks since I've had any consistent time on the bike, and at my age consistency is king. This has been the lowest mileage, slowest start winter training in many years. but one of the essential features of the athletic life is the stubborn commitment to the future and the ideal of perfect fitness or perhaps perfected fitness is more accurate as you can only be as fit as your biological circumstances allow even if every other aspect of your life cooperates.
Today will be sunny as well, and one good thing about the winter is that my work life is quiet so I'm taking the afternoon off and piloting the 'traut touring rig up Old Stage Rd. to East Cuesta Ridge Rd. This is a very hilly ride, but I'll do it slowly and take in the views - no choice at this point. My goal in the next month is to accumulate enough fitness to do the first Grasshopper ride, Old Cazadero on Jan. 19th - one short month from today. We'll see.
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