My wife and I live in subtropical Maui. We moved here partly to break the horrible cycle of fall fitness followed by winters of undersubscribed gym memberships, eleven minute turbotrainer sessions, weight gain followed by depression and a complete loss of cycling fitness every f’ing spring. Bib knickers worn until May to ride exhausting little loops that would be non-events the summer before. Every year became a rebuild from zero. By August things are humming, long crazy rides completed. By October it’s back to commuting with lights. Too many of these cycles can make a cyclist bitter.
Careers are over-rated. What about my cycling career? Sure when you are young an hour on the rollers is easy, squats at the gym are fun, beer drinking somehow gets neutralized by all the sex you are not having. None of this goes better as you get older, in case anyone is wondering. Continue reading
DerHoggz // VSP: Giro D’Italia 2013