Detox – the hurt before the storm

So I did it. Laid down the gauntlet. This time it’s really, really different. I decided late last year that I would actually “train” on the bike this year. I reflected on my “racing career” and realized I’ve never really trained like you should. Sure, I’ve ridden more than my current once a week average. But never have I done the interval, rest day, hard day bull shit that you have to do to be competitive. It’s not that it really matters, but I’d like to see what would happen if I put my bulldog mind to it. First phase is the diet detox with a dose of running and riding. That sucks because I hate running and love junk food. Not the cliche’ junk food eater, I’m the real deal. It’s not uncommon for me to wake up at 3 A.M. for a candy bar or sour patch kids, washed down with a coke. Coke for breakfast? Fried chicken? Wings? Pizza? – It don’t matter. And as bigworm (aka. apebike) says, it’s the sauce that gets you. Sour cream, marina, blue cheese – bring it on… and strap on your seat belt – you’ve never been on a ride like this before… (Dr. Dre). This shall be the year of the red dragon. KW