It's that time of year again! Time to punish myself on the bike and prepare to languish at the back of Cat 5 all summer. Despite eating a little better and lifting weights, I've managed to pack on a little more weight. 老婆 doesn't know how I can eat so little and still get bigger. It's got to be something I'm doing. I've done well cutting down the sweets recently but I obviously need to give them up completely. That's the game plan, at least.
On Tuesday, I'm hoping to start riding to work. I've got 11 weeks until the first race I plan to enter but two of those will be spent in China. In an ideal world, I can get in about 500 km of commuting before the first race. That's just 18 commutes, an average of two commutes per week, but a big snowfall (not unheard of around here in February, March and April) can put me back on the bus in a hurry for a few weeks. I'm not actually going for quantity but I like all the climbing near here which will get my legs and lungs in shape more quickly than doing 10 000 km leisurely on the flats. I can get in about 5 km worth of climbing in my 500 km of commuting which is not bad for a non-climber like me. I also have a nice little training loop in the area with lots of hills to climb.
Let's hope for dry weather so I can get some kilometres in before races begin. The two weeks in China will then be relaxing and I always lose weight when I'm there.
