These were some of the words wandering through my mind as I pedaled this afternoon out at Old Settlers Park (OSP). Regular readers will know that even though my "thing" is cycling vacations, I dabble in racing. I've also previously posted that in order to get faster/stronger, I engaged a coach to give more structure to my training. So, why have a coach if you ignore his/her coaching? Not me, I'm following instructions as best I can. Which is why today is my first two-a-day work-out. I'm really taking the long way around to making my point.
This morning I did intervals, on the trainer in the kitchen. No problem. This afternoon called for an hour and fifteen minutes riding (no set targets to hit). As a touring cyclist, I strongly advocate getting out on the road to cycle. Several years ago, I'd have driven out to Berry Springs and had a nice country ride. But an hour and fifteen minutes now is a "tweener." Too long to ride around the neighborhood, unless I want to do multiple loops when school is about to be dismissed. Too short to do my normal country roads, plus being in the afternoon, which I really detest anyhow. I chose to ride in OSP. Hardly anybody is there, I have decent rest rooms in case I Gotta Go!, the terrain is varied, and the asphalt is smooth. And this is where the title words come in. Am I really being lazy, or too picky about eschewing the roads? Or am I being intelligent in choosing a safe environment in which to exercise?
My narcissistic self says it is the intelligent choice. But doubts creep in. Am I deluding myself into thinking because this is "training" it doesn't matter what road I'm on? As I get older, am I unconsciously moving away from the long cycling vacations? I can tell you I have a long ride on next year's agenda, but nothing two years out. Is that a clue?? Only time will tell.