No bike time for the last sevperal days and no idea when I will be back on. Sometimes things in life are more important, and this would be one of those times. Early this week I thought about trying for my biggest training volume week ever, by Wed any thought of that was whisked away. The wife and I are updating on Facebook what is going on in our life. If you care to know you can find me there.
Every year, people go out on the trails before they are ready. I don't know, every spring when I hit the trails I make sure the ground is ready for it. I have turned right around before when it is not ready. Obviously, not everyone has the same thought.
Since Arrowhead I consumed too much and exercised too little. As I worry about embarrassing myself at Ragnarok I have been working to reverse that. Sometimes you need a kick in the pants and that is what yesterday was. J-No was thinking the same thing, so we left our 7 hour ride tired, sore, and happy. I guess we ended with roughly 90 miles of gravel. If only my phone would download the pics you would see our predawn 10 degree start, the secret bridge crossing, endless steep rollers, large bluff climbs just outside Red Wing, and some ice covered roads. Oh, forgot about J-No picking himself up off the ice as well.
Topics of conversation included wishing there was snow, Iditarod, the Sandwich, Ragnarok, Almanzo, Fatbikes, the numerous dogs that ran out to say hi, and J-No's domination of the 1991 Rochester Centerion.
Looking to do more, when the roads dry out more a trip to Wabasha will be in order.
I was raised in the "hood", self-taught to survive on scraps of old inner tubes and changing bike tires with my teeth. Life is a struggle for me not to be another statistic that so many become after being raised in a caucasion middle class family. I now am a husband, bike mechanic, land lord, stay at home dad, and wannabe mountain bike racer.