I get my monthly training program from my coach a week before it starts that month of training. I have gotten into a habit of deciding which rides/routes I will do for the certain distance or time he sets for certain days. So if it’s a credit card ride (riding out to a town and staying there and then riding back) or a double century (1ookm one day then 100km the next) I just think of two rides that get me that distance. When the day comes around I reluctantly leave my comfy bed and get into my riding kit and shove some bars into my back pocket and fill up my water bottles and head out.
For me, my brain thinks it is training. Training isn’t fun when you hit the point of suffering, but it’s something you need to do. I like to suffer on those big hills and when I finish the ride I feel like I have done something worth while. No matter how bad I felt at the start or in the middle and the end. I have done something to make me stronger mentally and physically, but. I think I have been looking at this the wrong way.
Since starting the blog I have been throwing my mothers small digital camera into my back pocket so I can snap a few pictures when I go out riding. Which are the ones you have seen in earlier blog posts. Which has widen my opens up to where I go and what I actually witness day in day out when I ride. Wether it be a suburban rider at 5am through the city or a rural ride out through Samford, there is something worth while taking a picture of.
There are some pictures I took of a ride that I call the “Brookfield” ride, because it goes through a suburb called ‘Brookfield’. Creative I know. Anyways the point is I start in my suburb ride through the middle of Brisbane City, through parks then before you know it I am next to some small hills that turns to green scenery in a matter of a few seconds. It’s quite bizarre really that if I wanted to. I could ride for 30min and already be in a completely different place of scenery.