I've been going to the gym, now for about 3 or so months.
Goal, build up bone density, and more strength in the legs for cx in the fall.
I went Saturday, crushing myself, up-ing up it all, its fun, satisfying to hear the sound of the new plate slide down the bar, to increase the effort.
My legs were made of steel. Heavy, and each pedal stroke, a dozzie. Roubaix's are excellent rides, I go to get lost, find a new friend, to survive. I dropped off the front group of eager dogs, and was in a no mans land of wind and hills. As my luck had it, I had good luck, and two lads were there for me.
A thanks to Matin Beels and Michael Hoffman. They sheltered me from the wind, towed me up climbs, were cheery, and in no way made me feel like a anchor. I was a laboring cow.
I had a grand time, got lost, missed turns, ate a couple of doughnuts on the top of a climb. As much as I'll remember bits of the ride in the future, I'll also remember the good will, and riding with a couple of dudes. Everyone ends up with a story, mine, a fine one.
each night, or afternoon, I'm getting a couple of LeDuff's tales of 90's NY in,
it's cool to be put into that time, He does a fine job, two or three couple page reads, Nice!
much like riding, poaching a bit,....
Cheers! be strong, tow someone along, carry their weight, do the extra work. Dlowe