Pain cave says all you need to know. When I hear the two words, I immediately think of this: Someone on a trainer indoors. They’re producing big watts. It hurts. Pretty bad, if ask them. I rarely visit that pain cave. Southern California just works out that way. I prefer pain outside, in a headwind, beneath a bright sun, or through the occasional freak rainstorm. Today was supposed to be a quick outdoor lunch of 20 miles, gently moving the tired blood from my limbs. Instead, it became an hour of easy pedal-turning, without seeing a thing. That’s the boring garage for you. Nothing spectacular. No fancy setup. Lock and load. Ignore the unfamiliar buzzing sound of the resistance trainer attached to the road bike. Hold a steady cadence. Watch the clock. Wipe the sweat. Turn up the iPod. Stay fresh. In short, prepare for the Borrego Double Ordeal. Brains first. Save up. Huzzah. Pain cave? More like a “Recovery cave” in advance of a “Pain excursion” this Saturday. I can’t wait to experience that ride, celebrate the elements — and see the road ahead.
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Borrego sounds like an awesome ride. I used to fly over parts of that area when I was stationed at Yuma. Can’t wait to hear your tale. Have a good one!
I hope so. Nursing a slight cold this week, and the weather has been unseasonably cold. Wishing for sunshine and clean roads. Thanks for coming by!