A 35mph motorcycle leadout and a bit of a tailwind is the very best way to stoke the fantasy that you’re a lot faster than you really are
It’s August now, and we’re bottom bracket deep in crit season (gross). This is the time of year that I live for. Long days with late races, hot weather, top end workouts, no worries about mileage, porking up a bit if we feel like it; in short, heaven.
It’s also the time of year when I feel like it’s really easy to accidentally find oneself smack in the middle of a mental burnout.
If you’ve been riding since November or January or whenever – or if, like me, you’ve been riding since 5 years ago – with no real time off the bike, and no break from thinking about and living for racing, the needle on the warning gauge for deciding-to-stop-giving-a-shit is creeping steadily towards the red. In the past, I’ve remedied this issue with strategic time off and a couple skipped races, once my mental state had already deteriorated. The past couple years, however, I’ve found that my results were quite a bit more positive if I took a more preemptive approach to burnout. For me, that means backing away from the road bike just a bit.
Enter weekday MTB rides.
Tiny 29ers look delightfully like little monster trucks
Cary Millionaire does not pork up during crit season, or ever
Lingwood, looking all hell of shy/surprised/cute-as-a-button!
Average speed of 8mph. A crit this ain’t.
Gotta keep the love for road bike races aflame with a little MTB strange on the side, you know what I’m saying? It does magical things for the brain. Anybody else wake up in a hot sweat from dreams of a Speedvagen mountain bicycle?
Anyway, it’s Friday afternoon, so I’m out. Hope to see everybody out at the Franz Bakery “Criterium” tomorrow!
The Tiniest Sprinter
PPS: This has been in my head on a nonstop loop courtesy of Mandy Bootz, so now I’m putting it in yours. Is this butt rock? I’ve never felt comfortable applying that term correctly.