Miles

My training routine has been in somewhat of a flux since the Challenge. I'm missing a goal to coalesce training objectives around so in the meantime, I've been doing what has just been fun.

That means I've been getting a lot more riding in on the bikes (road and mountain). And, man that's been great.

What is it about riding that makes it so liberating?

The last two weeks have seen Wednesday and Friday rides with Racer X and a cast of others who've taken up commuting into the Silicon Valley via Calavaras Road (a leg on the Amgen Tour of California). It's a beautiful ride on a seldom traveled-by-vehicles road. From my house, I join up with the riders at 0600 and put in 12.5 to 17.5 miles to the half way mark before I turn back. We crank it out with each rider taking turns pulling the line until we reach the 7 mile climb to the top of the ridgeline crest which separates the Tri-Valley from the Silicon one. Then the pace line disassembles and the climb becomes a line abreast and a time of communion.

There is pure joy in pedaling. Each turn of the crank is speed generated solely from the tuned output of the thighs and calves. The stronger the will, the longer the training, the higher the output. Cadence is the god; the Heart is the governor; Will is the engine. A pace line is about trust. It's about believing the guy 3 inches off your wheel knows what he's doing. It takes time to settle into the line; it takes trust to maintain it. Pedal. Breathe. Focus. Pedal. Speed.

Why doesn't everybody ride?