Back on track sort of.
Per advice of one of my anonymous but loyal readers, I strapped the diapers back on, hiked up the big girl panties, quit my pathetic weeping and realized even though I suck ass at cross lately the self-hatin' and thoughts of throwing the bike into the pond behind my house ain't doing a damn thing to improve my VO2 ceiling. So back at 'em. Missed riding yesterday due to a hella schedule, would have missed it today but I buckled down and did 85% of the workout, knocking out an hour and 40 on the trainer, L2 grinding. L2 is wicked easy on the road, but on the trainer, you start to cook down after a while and lose power. Not so easy but I knocked it out anyhow. Probably going to ride a couple hours in the friggin rain tomorrow. That will undoubtedly suck too, but it's no time to qo squishy now, George.
Time to buckle down I guess, and get to fuckin' work. Not happy, but then hard work rarely is an occasion for celebration.
2 comments:
Jim,
Everyone sucks at cross. Unless you get to wear that cool skinsuit with the rainbow stripes, or maybe the black one with the yellow orange and red stripes, you suck at it. Some guys look good at it, but they keep promoting you until you suck again. It's just the way it is. It's good, though, because everyone knows it.
Thanks SD. It's not the suckliness of my suckitude that has been bothering, it's the increasingly suckaliciousness of it that has been getting me down. I'm gritting my teeth and working through it though.
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