The transition from February to March, bike wise, is always painful. Always. This time was no different, maybe a little harder, even. March brings warmer weather, the chance to ride outside, and pain from interval and sprint work. Oh, hello again, Mr. Anaerobic, how I have forgotten about you. Many cyclists take the winter off, or maybe cross train instead to let their legs recover from the summer and fall riding seasons. March is always a dimension of pain that you forget. Probably because you have to. One of my first coaches, Martin Shakeshaft (Senior Coach of the Association of British Cycling Coaches), introduced me to something he called a Turbo Sprint Interval. He cautioned me not to eat before I did them. “If you do them right, you will puke the first few times.” Yeah. He was right.
Well hello again, TSI. You suck. And yet, you don’t. You will make me crush other younger riders, out on their shiny new Cerevelo bikes, allow me to laugh at them as I grind them to paste beneath the mighty wheels of my vintage Cannondale.
But anyway.
Things are good.
No, really.
I think I mentioned that Berlin in September was a possibility. Well, looks like it IS going to happen after all. I reserved my spot for the conference on Friday and now I’m evaluating route options through Germany after it is finished, since I’d have a week and a half before I need to be in Beirut. The life I lead.
I am spending today creating instructional videos, and lamenting the fact that a software project I finished up for work, a project that took me over a year to complete, is not being used. Or looked at. I had been curious and added a feature that logged the login times of admins. So far, so sad. Ah well.
I am also revising the last book. Picking at it. Turns of sentences are like fleeting glimpses out of the corner of your eye. You only see what might be if you don’t know what is.
The track for this is Hallogallo by Porcupine Tree. It’s an instrumental, a cover of the same song by Neu!. Cool little thing, and pretty short. Enjoy.
