Dog Days

The dog in this picture seems to be on the same training program that I've been on this past week. I've just been resting, trying to get my body back to normal. I did get on my bike Sunday and again on Tuesday. Sunday was an eye opener for me. My legs felt like they were dipped in concrete. My brain is thinking, "what they hell is wrong with you guys? Spin those pedals, push it, let's go, we've got a big race coming up!! WTF?!" I wanted to turn around and go home, but I pushed on. I loosened up after 10 minutes or so and the rest of the ride was ok. Tuesday's ride was better. My legs were still heavy, but I felt stronger. Afterwards though, I felt like I had been on my bike for about 8 hours as opposed to the 2 hours that I rode. So I've decided to take it easy for a few days and see how things go this weekend. It's been killing me not to ride. I go into the garage at night and tinker with my bikes, I check my lighting systems, I organize my riding gear, I tinker with my bikes some more. "Hi, my name is Wade and I'm a bikaholic."

It's a good thing Dan-O is soloing Moab this year too. I might need him to sherpa me around the course a few times. The dude has more energy than Cornholio on cookie dough.

I can't have a post titled Dog Days and not give a shot out to pero numero uno. What up Sysco! You're my boy!!