It snowed all day and night so I rode inside today. Wattage in the 200-220 range with an average HR of 138. I was still in 'Zone 1' at 190 watts. A bike was on my schedule yet I felt a draw to get out and jog. But I have meticulously planned my schedule (every day of it) up until August and what I want to do pales in comparison to my desire to do what I need to do. I have a pretty damn bad-ass racing schedule planned for this coming year and it will require discipline. And I'm not going to talk about 'fight club'... that's the first rule.
Part of that discipline is saving up for race entry fees... so I bought a 'new' pair of shoes from the thrift store yesterday. A pair of Brooks Adrenaline for $6.99. I ran the first 60 miles of Leadville in a pair of Asics that I bought from the Salvation Army for $6.99. The Brooks seem pretty bomb proof and should get me through to the Spring. Shoes are shoes...
Last night about 7pm my neighbor called and told me to meet him in the road for beers. He brought Sierra Nevada Pale Ale and I brought Ranger and we did a Christmas gift exchange. White out blizzard and we each put away a six pack celebrating the arrival of true Winter. I've been anxious for the first big snow fall and I anticipate my motivation to jog to be ten fold now. Two years ago we bought our house and remained true to our love of the mountains. One of the bigger snow storms came rolling through and Jo (my wife) was due with our second son any day. We had about 40 inches of snow and I knew that if she went in to labor we would have a 1 hour drive to the hospital and every minute might count. So every few hours I would get up and head out and shovel the driveway. If I heard the snow plow come by I got out of bed and shoveled the drive clear.
A couple of pics.
It was during that time that my neighbor came over and handed me a beer and introduced himself. In a way last night was just carrying on a tradition and I suspect that every year from here on will be the same. I really appreciated last night. It made me see that our choice was absolutely correct. The pictures above don't show hardship, but a love for the mountains and all that comes with them. We live in an amazing community of like minded folk. No ones complains about the cold or the snow, we embrace it and appreciate the lessons of what is taught from a challenge. I see old ladies out walking EVERY single morning and they always smile big and wave even when it's 5 degrees and blowing snow. I love it.