Bluring the numbers

I was living the lifestyle of a pro. Jetting around from race to race and living large in nice hotels. Flying out to Edmonton for nationals and then jetting to Toronto for the UCI races.My ratio keeping me going despite frozen fingers and Elk speed intervals in Jasper.

But now the ratio is all out of whack. 'Looked back on my training (applying the word loosely here) since I got back from the nationals and it seems the blog should be called 1.5To1. But, there is a way to blur the numbers. It ain't pretty but it works. Just run it hot. The hotter the better. You will either go well or you will forget that you haven't trained when the oxygen feeding your brain has gone elsewhere to try to keep you on your bike. So that is what I did. So much so that I was sitting in the car afterwards wondering if I actually needed to move the car, needed to change or needed to sleep. The only thing keeping me awake were the tails from the cheap seats that kept me laughing. Misery loves company and is the reason I travel to races with others. The Muppet show balcony seats are a good place to be, especially when the whole cast is there.