Monday, January 25, 2010

Ground zero

Funny how you forget things...or rather, funny how things come back. The last few weeks I have been trying to get of the ground. Zero to hero doesn't come easy when you haven't been doing much. I am not sure what alarm bell went off, or what was the catalyst was, but suddenly the need, or more importantly the desire to train is back. 2010 is finally underway so I am back into the fire. Two weeks and counting. Here are the highlights.

Week one.

I went skiing, two thoughts ensued.
1. Did I ever know how to ski?
2. DID I ever know how to ski?

I rode the computrainer. Time stood still so I ushered each second along personally by keeping an eye on the count. Churned out 1.5hrs and needed to sleep 3. Surprised that the nap seemed to last half the time.
Rode outside. Fought the fist of a cold headwind for more time than I should. Down for the count afterwards, I needed to sleep again.
Get up, Get up. The shouts of encouragement from my corner, my entourage lift my legs onto the pedals when all that is left is an amber of where I want to be. Bring on week two.

week two.
Went skiing with my brother. Skiing in his wake silently hoping that his effortless strides would rub off. Remembering,and feeling like I know what I am doing. If for only 2hrs, I was a skier.My answer to the questions the week before being yes, I think can ski. Better wax my skis again.

Round two with the heavy weight. Armed with 950g (each) studded tires and a little bit of sunshine. The wind threw a punch but I ducked into some trails. Bob and weave. Back on the road after some off road excitement. 2.5hrs later and I was still awake. Awake dreaming of the next foolish ride outside. Waiting for the next sucker punch that the wind has to offer, I will be ready.

week three
One day down. Bring on the next.
Trainer ride. One week I am suffering, the next week I AM THE CHAMP.Holding the reigns in to 1.5hrs by ignoring the seconds and minutes that passed....but I think I need to sleep.

Funny how you forget things...or rather, funny how things come back. Ground zero is just a starting point.