I am cracked

I tried to get motivated to get outside and finish up my riding for the week.

The Haribo bears and my favorite Twin Six skull sticker/logo, but they didn’t help enough….

26 hours is the longest training week I have ever done, and it was enough to make me want to curl into the fetal position and cry for my mommy on the side of the road. It was 24 degrees outside today, and outside of town, the wind was blowing around 15-20mph – enough to make the flag stick straight out. Factor in windchill and that is no fun. It wasn’t so bad riding with a tailwind, but once I had to turn around and come back, I was not a happy camper and was wishing someone I knew would drive by and take me home. I was definitely feeling the effects of the ride yesterday. My legs were sore, I couldn’t get my HR up, my power was all over the place.

Riding on flat roads when it’s freezing and windy out on my road bike is pretty much a nightmare. I’d rather have ridden up to 8000ft and froze that way. I mentally broke down halfway through the 3 hour ride today. It doesn’t happen often, but I was captain negative. To top it off, drivers were extra pissy today and were honking at me and flipping me off. Thanks.

Once I got closer to Fort Collins and had more to look at than farm fields and the low numbers on my power tap, I started to cheer up. It also helped that the wind died down. I made it back feeling way worse than I felt after almost 7 hours on the bike yesterday.

Despite being pee pee hearted on the ride, I still found some humor.
hehe As in, welcome to the gun show. GRRR

Tomorrow is a long day at work… AND a day off the bike.