The throb is back. That steady, dull leg ache that remains throughout the day and into the night. Once I lay down to go to bed, they really start barking at me and it puts a smile on my face. Why a smile instead of a grimace? Because I know that the throb means I did my work for the day. I battled the inner demons, put on the spandex and got out for a ride. Three and a half hours later, lunch and then into the gym for some lifting and dinner - and I was out cold by 8:30. I tried to watch Lost, I really tried. But my eyes were just too heavy and the couch was just too comfy...
Admittedly, it is hard to get back out there. It's hard
to get back into the routine of riding when it's cold and windy. It's
hard to get back in the swing of things after moving, the holidays, the
steady interruptions. And it's hard to get back after such a relaxing
Christmas. Benjamin and I headed up to Beaver Creek and although they
only have a 18" snow base, we skied as many turns as possible in a short
amount of time. We also spent a lot of time on the couch playing Mario
Kart Wii. Somebody was a good girl this Christmas and got a video game
or two. Yes, we are big kids.
It was almost 60 degrees
outside today. Perfect riding weather. Except the mountain bike trails
were filled with snow slog slush. The kind that requires big power
output, determination, balance and down right grit. Sometimes I'd bog
down, make a bbbbbbaaaaaaapppppp, bbbbbaaaaaapppppp,
bbbbbbbbbbaaaaaaaaaapppppppp noise and power through. Other times I'd
dab the foot down in 8" of snow that left my feet cold and wet by the
end of the ride. Was it worth it? Absolutely. For the throb is back,
Time to fall asleep to another episode of Lost...