Under the watchful eye of Mistress H., I have ridden more in the last three weeks than I have in the last three months. It is amazing what a little accountability does for ones motivation. I have not been perfect, I have missed a few workouts due to circumstances beyond my control, but I have also found myself on the trainer at 10pm, 6am and everywhere in between to make sure I stick as close to the plan as possible – something I never would have done when attempting to train on my own.
Tomorrow I get a day off the bike, which I believe will feel very strange. I think it is a good sign that I don’t want to take a day off – the more I ride, the more I want to ride. I haven’t felt like that in a long time. I get two short rides this weekend, and then it is back under the whip. Mistress H. says the intensity is going to go up next month and I am looking forward to it ( I think :-). Got three big races this year that I want to ride out of my skin, as Phil Liggett might say, and the first one will be here before I know it. I am hopeful, and a little scared. I need to know what I am capable of. I need to know if I can be trained to be fast, or if my genetic cess pool has destined me for mediocrity. Either way, I want to know that I have done all that I can do. Pack fodder or Podium? Stay tuned.
Month One about to be in the books.
Thank you Mistress, may I have another?