Since being roped into the Black Canyon Ascent by my 1% body fat biking/hiking/swimming/running pal, Leon, ten days ago, I’ve been “cramming” like it’s finals week back at SMSU. Yes, just like those nightmarish party-now/study-later days of youthful lore, I stand before you naked and afraid and unprepared for a "test" I got wrangled into whilst heavily sedated with I-can-do-anything endorphins following a silly little bike race up Log Hill.
Thus, the past ten-day pre-race rapidly closing window has been fraught with over compensation (translation: OVERTRAINING)... trying to subdue that pessimistic monster who slips out from under the bed and into my dreams all hours of the night, telling me I’m nothing but a “Glory Days” has-been fool who should start acting his age.
|Training with Bobbie|
|Break time at Mountain Market|
Yesterday Leon and I put in a final 30+ miles biking rural county backroads to Ridgway and beyond, through un-trafficed, drool-worthy rolling hill-and-dale...
|Mount Abram, rising above green pastures surrounding Ridgway. What a Postcard!!|
Time to "taper," which is to say no more training (beyond short walks to Timberline Deli for their 3-scoop ice cream serving (Try the Moose Tracks, Cookie Dough and Coffee).
|San Juan Glory takes your mind off pedaling :)|
So here I sit not training, bored stiff while Bobbie is off riding to Ridgway on the most perfect day of the year to date.
I'm not good at "not training." I've got three more days of not doing what I love/need to do. So I'm anxious and fidgety...wishing this stupid race was over with so I could get back to training for it, which is more fun than doing it. I'd drop out in a heartbeat if I hadn't already paid the exorbitant Entry Fee. Alas, however, I want the t-shirt that comes with finishing.
So here are a few photos from yesterday's final training ride, because I have nothing else to do.