I am apparently a slackard. The Wife so much as told her former boss that yesterday when she said all I do is lollygag rides. And she is determined to help me change my ways, now taking on the role of Coach.
Monday, Christmas Eve, her and I did a lollygag ride with her mother, a recovery from the hilliness of our Sunday ride. Then on Tuesday it was time for her to put me to work. The Wife, aka The Coach, took me out for some hill repeats. If anyone had been around they might have wondered about that pair of crazy cyclists going up and down Ormonde Road, but all the normal folks were celebrating or resting. Wednesday we stopped on our way back to the Bay Area for a tempo ride from Templeton to San Miguel, and back. The ‘out’ part was resistance training, with a good, stiff headwind. We recovered with a great meal at McPhee’s Grill in downtown Templeton (recommended, BTW). Thursday it was back to some hard efforts on the hills. The Coach was pleased on some shorter one’s when she was able to stick on my wheel, a feat she did not attempt on the one long climb (Mt. Eden). Today I get a recovery day, mostly so she, I mean we, will not have to risk the rain. She is bound and determined that I should treat the San Bruno Mt. Hill Climb as a race, not a ride. For today, I will continue in my slackard ways and go get the crack in the windshield fixed.