Rides + Adventures =
Happy Fairy Princess.
Generally about this time I am suffering from Pre Race Pneumonia. There is no pre race pneumonia, only a broken foot.
It’s amazing what I have been able to accomplish in the last couple of weeks.
Not my favorite way to train,
but
It Works:
Crash Training
It works, especially if you already have a strong foundation of fitness.
It doesn’t always work for everybody, well, I guess it could.
It can be painful,
It can be boring.
It generally is described as a lot of hours training, with a lot of days off.
I rode 3 days per week:
9.5 to 10 hours the 1st week
and this week:
about 9.5 hours.
The 1st week was more training than I had had since I broke my foot; which now seems like forever ago.
I have had athletes train under me and qualify for Worlds with a Crash Training Program.
My 1st ride was this one:
See those mountains in the background: Bear Mountain/Socorro/Water Canyon that’s what I am going to ride like, next week, ASAP!!
My 2nd best ride was: Triangle to KOM; short loop of KOM and part of Placitas.
My best ride was: North Foothills/South Foothills/ Tramway with my Roadie friends massive butt kicking.
Then, there was the epic Adventure: Water Canyon with Kimmie.
Everyone needs to ride Water Canyon. I can’t believe, Kimmie was the only person who wanted to come.
It was Epic.
Water Canyon starts at about 6600 feet and in 8 miles you’re at 10400 feet.
I call that 4000k in 8 miles.
For the 1st time; in all my rides up Water Canyon the gate was open. We got to ride all the way to the Lightening Observatory; .5 miles and a couple of extra hundred feet vertical.
Langmuir Laboratory for Atmospheric Research was built in 1963 near the summit of 10,783-ft
Miss Zoe, mmm,hmm, that’s me, I just kicked this Mountain’s Ass. 8 miles and 4000 feet of climbing!!
Today I rode North Foothills with the technical section. My bike was working very smooth. I hadn’t checked my fork in awhile, and after spending the day in the bike shop with my favorite person in the whole world, Randy, who knows more about bikes than anybody I have ever known in my life. I put my dampening on the middle, it hadn’t been, which literally and figuratively ‘shocked me’!
I was fresh!
I rode the rocks, some I didn’t because there is no way I can risk smashing my foot into a rock, but the fork was like butter, and I was the knife spreading the love all along the trail to my personal happiness of pure joy: Mountain Biking.