Goals... Spring results are determined in Winter Training.
Motivation enough? Nope.... Spring is way off and many donut days away from me right now. So why am I rolling out of bed at 5:15am, I mean 5:20, I mean 5:35am.
I guess it's part of the hobby. I cannot, NOT, get out of bed, barring any better reason to stay in bed. I claim to race, be a cyclist and it's who I choose to be this morning. I have chosen cycling in the Rain. I have chosen cycling in the Cold. I have chosen cycling in my investment of Time. I chose the bike, the clothes, the friends... the 'frienemies"... it's a choice really.
Big George Hincapie puts it best. "The goal in life is to be in total harmony with one's nature...." so it's my nature, I guess.
"Dad seems happier when he rides"... would summarize my families response to my riding passion.
So today I climb downstairs into the basement, after reviewing the weather forecast for the day. I mettle through initiating my first FTP test, to create a baseline. I cannot help but notice my program has initial value of 200. So I begin the test.... I follow the instructions, while watching ESPN highlights during recovery. Two 8 minute, full throttle tests loom.
I enjoy them, I convince myself that my right leg is dominating, but I feel both contributing. It's surreal and the body is responding to my requests nicely. I cannot help but notice the difference in wattage between 95rpm and 98-100rpm. My fluid trainer is calibrated to my ANT+ workout program. The little gold tracking line, monitoring my every distraction.
At the end of each 8 minute effort, there is an increase in output. The first, I anticipate is realizing it's over and subconscious approval of my lower extremities. The second... we can just say.... I felt I could CRUSH it.
Will the motivation to improve my FTP base continue. Data logging and mind numbing aside, I think so. After all... it's similar to a race. Your basically suffering, you've invested in 40 of the 45 minute contest. How hard can 5 minutes be, and somewhere in the course of that 5 minutes, you actually enjoy the effort. So with a full summer invested behind me, and another approaching.... I will choose to CRUSH it again.
Motivation enough? Nope.... Spring is way off and many donut days away from me right now. So why am I rolling out of bed at 5:15am, I mean 5:20, I mean 5:35am.
I guess it's part of the hobby. I cannot, NOT, get out of bed, barring any better reason to stay in bed. I claim to race, be a cyclist and it's who I choose to be this morning. I have chosen cycling in the Rain. I have chosen cycling in the Cold. I have chosen cycling in my investment of Time. I chose the bike, the clothes, the friends... the 'frienemies"... it's a choice really.
Big George Hincapie puts it best. "The goal in life is to be in total harmony with one's nature...." so it's my nature, I guess.
"Dad seems happier when he rides"... would summarize my families response to my riding passion.
So today I climb downstairs into the basement, after reviewing the weather forecast for the day. I mettle through initiating my first FTP test, to create a baseline. I cannot help but notice my program has initial value of 200. So I begin the test.... I follow the instructions, while watching ESPN highlights during recovery. Two 8 minute, full throttle tests loom.
I enjoy them, I convince myself that my right leg is dominating, but I feel both contributing. It's surreal and the body is responding to my requests nicely. I cannot help but notice the difference in wattage between 95rpm and 98-100rpm. My fluid trainer is calibrated to my ANT+ workout program. The little gold tracking line, monitoring my every distraction.
At the end of each 8 minute effort, there is an increase in output. The first, I anticipate is realizing it's over and subconscious approval of my lower extremities. The second... we can just say.... I felt I could CRUSH it.
Will the motivation to improve my FTP base continue. Data logging and mind numbing aside, I think so. After all... it's similar to a race. Your basically suffering, you've invested in 40 of the 45 minute contest. How hard can 5 minutes be, and somewhere in the course of that 5 minutes, you actually enjoy the effort. So with a full summer invested behind me, and another approaching.... I will choose to CRUSH it again.