I’m harder on me than anyone else could be. I give it my best till I’m spent, each and every time I get on my bike (with the obvious exception of recovery rides). I don’t know why I like going fast, I don’t really know as I care why. I just do.
I went out for a ride with my wife and buddy Brad this morning. It was a little misty out with times of light rain, and it was windy. I took the first pull up front. Seven miles. Then we turned south and I let my wife take a turn to her heart’s content.
We stopped at a convenience store, got situated and headed out. Brad took a mile in the crosswind, then my wife took a few, then I hunkered down and took every mile into the headwind on the way back and maintained a 17 mph pace on the bar top so I could break more wind for my wife and friend.
If I need a reason to train hard, that’s as good as it gets.
32 miles, 17-1/2 mph pace and a great time. Even though we got spritzed.