Of course, I've fallen into this trap before, oh yes. This is an old trick my body likes to play with me. Probably to get back at me for all those insane races I for some reason feel obligated to partake in. See, my body is trying to trick me into getting back on the bike today, so that I can wake up tomorrow feeling even worse than I did this morning. But I'm older and wiser now. That old trick will not work, not today.
I called home the other day, to talk with mom. As always she is wondering when her precious little boy will get a real job. I can't go on riding my bike forever, I must know that (?). Wouldn't it be easier and more secure to have a nice office job? I mean, if you read Les Woodland's "The crooked Path to Victory" it would seem as if only madmen race bikes. The tricky thing is, I really don't have a clear answer to that question. The only thing I know, is that I love training and I love competing. It's really as simple as that. I think.
I leave you with pictures of, what I think, is the greatest training area available. As always, thanks for stopping by and reading this blog.