Back to the Cave
Sunday night
found me at the top of one of the many climbs on the South Anchorage hillside,
gazing out over the inlet as I hacked up a lung. Tranquil. I was doing as many
of the climbs as I could, none of them with any real speed, except for the one
where I picked up a shadow and decided to drop him. It’s not a race unless I
decide it’s a race. To be honest, it was a pitifully slow race. I reached the
top of each climb, paused for a minute, then rode to the next climb and started
the process again.
As I watched
the sun drop to the horizon, signaling that I really should be heading home, I
instead turned my bike towards one more climb. I realized that this could
possibly be the last road ride of the season.
I didn’t
realize how right I was.
The next
morning I awoke to an inch of wet snow on the streets around my house. I had
been planning my workouts for the trainer for a couple weeks in case it
happened, so for a change I actually was following the training plan when I
retreated to the garage.
I walled off
a section of the garage for my trainer last year, to keep oily old car parts
from dripping onto my bike or to keep sweat from dripping onto oily old car
parts. As a bonus, it stays slightly warmer in the winter. I sound-proofed it
somewhat to keep my 4AM workouts from waking the kids, threw some old Pergo
over the concrete to mitigate some of the sweat stains, and installed a small
flat screen TV and speakers to distract me and to drown out the jet turbine
roar of my LeMond trainer. A stout fan keeps me cool and mismatched shelving holds
my entire collection of well-worn race DVDs. The torn leather club chair
completes the ambiance. Quite the man cave, although the home improvement shows
my wife watches indicate I lack recessed lighting and tasteful art pieces. I
swept the sawdust into a corner of the room- does that count?
Before I
turn over control of my aches and pains to my coach, Janice Tower, I generally
like to do a couple weeks of trainer workouts to get my head into the game.
Riding the trainer for me is almost as much of a mental workout as it is a
physical workout. Just maintaining the concentration while sweating and going
nowhere takes a lot out of me. It’s almost a completely different sport than
what I do on the road. On the road the scenery changes, the terrain changes,
the effort level fluctuates, and all of the other sensory inputs keep you
engaged. On the trainer, the scenery is limited to what is displayed on my
television, the elevation and efforts are stable, and sensory inputs are
limited to me focusing on how much my butt hurts. It’s downright mentally invigorating.
I’m starting
to wrap my head around my new reality. I’m starting to take notice of the skis
I’ve been tripping over all summer. I’m looking for new places to hang up bikes
to clear up floor space for ski waxing and other wintertime projects. Maybe
I’ll tackle the man cave recessed lighting project or sort some of the greasy
car parts.
Then again,
maybe I’ll just follow tradition and pile whatever I don’t need at the moment
in a corner, where I’ll discover it in the summer- 2 weeks after I buy a
replacement. Home organization has never been a strength of mine, and that’s
another thing maybe I need to wrap my head around this winter.
Anything to
distract me from a long winter of working hard to go nowhere…
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