The Best Of Times; The Worst Of Times

It’s always sad for me when cycling season is actually over – usually in late November – even when I’ve had a 10,000 mile year (I’ve had 5 of those in a row), but in an off year (2 of those in a row now) the season’s end is comforting. Basement kettlebells & traditional weights plus the heavy bag are off season ways to recover focus & get hungry for actual cycling again. I have the AirBike to keep my wind in shape and it’s often more taxing than outdoor hill repeats.

Yet, still, the end of calendar labeled rides means this gambit is over, & one wants to have performed well. Even if it’s just for personal interior bragging rights.

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