Nothing really has happened. I dropped the ball on some riding I was doing, in so far as I didn’t ride long enough two days last week. As I turned for home both days I asked myself what am I riding for? Fun or training?
I claim all the time I don’t care how I do at races as long as I have fun, which is true. I sure do hate being last though. Rectifying my desire to go fast and my desire to have fun is really difficult. If I want to me fast I need to ride fast, do intervals and train in heart rate zones, but really how fast will I be? Top ten, top five, or top of the middle of the pack, or pack fodder? I pay for the pros to get a cash prize if they win. I don’t like that idea, but if I want to race that is a fact. Having fun means I ride with people, as fast as they can go, don’t drop anyone on climbs (not that I do that ever) and talk to people about whatever people talk about when we ride bikes. I enjoy that and it is free, more or less, but I never feel like I destroyed peoples will to live when a huge, fat guy on a single speed passes them. That is really why I race.
So, it will be another winter of riding alone, because most folks here stop riding in the cooler weather in Italy, trying to figure out which races I really want to do. I hope to do three of four 24 hour races, and a dozen or so Marathons. That means I need to ride to keep the belly to a minimum, but does it mean I need to have a training plan and all the neat little training aids that go with it? I am trying to figure that out now. I hate spending money on things I may never use. Next time I hope to have a plan for the “off season”. More as it happens, and because it is only me who reads this, I think I will have the answer long before I write about it. Good for me.