With business number one, number two, number three and now number four taking most of my time, I forgot I had a blog. Facebook takes more of my time than anything else of frivolity now. This week is a rest week as far as cycling goes so I have a spare couple of minutes to update the 5 billion people who read this thing. Fricken booyah.
March is looking scary. With trips to Costa Rica and St Maarten in the same month and race season starting the 28th, I am nowhere near prepared for the 2010 campaign and won't be by the first race. But screw it, I'm racing anyway.
For January I just quietly spent an hour at a time on my time trial bike. Every day is a different type of ride or length of interval. Some days it's coach Troy, some days it's coach Carmicheal and some days it's watching something on hulu.
20 seconds of death. 40 seconds of death, 5 minutes of 'I wish it was death', etc.
I did move my elbow pads in, so that marks consecutive year number four of changing my time trial position ever so much. Since I don't subscribe to UCI (and never will thank you since my FUCKING BIKE will be illegal) rule, I am going to play around with Floyd and Levi's old position for the heck of it as the year goes on. Not like there's a lack of time trials or anything...
OUT WITH THE OLD, IN WITH THE NUCLEAR.
I am 100% committed to NOT racing any road races this year. Instead, I am stupidly debating the ignorance of running again. Then if the mood strikes, I can run, ride and run again. Who knows? If I start today, I'll be sick of running by March, so cool. Is the world ready for a time trialler who can run at the freakish pace of 7:12?
Carry on and stop making fun of my training protocol.
