I am sick of cycling and the trainer and intervals and workouts and warm ups and cool downs and recovery rides. I am tired of spandex and chamois pads and Bag Balm and sweat towels and Sidis and sports bras and cycling socks and lightweight, uncomfortable saddles. I will be ill if I have another bottle of Heed or glass of Recoverite or bag of Clif Energy Gelatinous Blobs of Miserable Hell. I don’t want to push through another endurance ride or drive to the gym or do another leg exercise or stretch or lube my chain or put on my heart rate monitor or get past my VO2 max.
Winter fucking blows. I’m sorry, but it does. Winter training is fun for maybe a month and then it starts to drag and then it starts to REALLY FUCKING SUCK.
Its my blog and I can swear if I want to. I’m sorry, Mom.
It has been too long since I’ve had a ride I actually enjoyed. I’m having a hard time remembering why I do this, why I train day after day, why I sweat it out on the trainer for a couple of hours or work my butt off at the gym two or three times a week. I’m tired, chafed, calloused, annoyed, burned out, and totally effing over the stupid winter training. Don’t tell me to go ride outside; I have a training plan and I have my reasons for sticking with the trainer and right now I just want to tell the whole world that I WANT TO QUIT.
There. It’s out of my system. Now I can get back to riding the trainer.
Try getting by on half a gallon of 3-week old milk and a box of Kashi, for Christ’s sake… Should my straits get much more dire, I’m gonna have to eat a motherf*ucker (uh, in a Uruguayan soccer team kind of way…).
Also, “and Bag Balm…” Lier. *wink, wink*
Join the club, we have T-shirts…
Yes winter sucks. I imagine doubly so for those training to race. Personaly, there is no racing. But I am pretty fed up with the terrible trail conditions due to poor weather. F-it, even if the weather is nice the trails are totally screwed from all the weather in the past.
I think, what I am sayin, is that I feel your pain 😉
Definitely feel your pain. And snow shoveling after-pains ruined this week’s plan…
Why do you do this?
Look at the pics of yourself on the podium stand receiving your medals…or the medals displayed in your office.
One day, it could be the “big O” gold, silver, or bronze.
Jesus F. Christ, do you ever stop bitching?
Evidently not. You’re welcome to go read any of the other billions of websites available instead.
Wow, Tom. Constructive…