January 2012
2 posts
I Don't Train →
Bill Strickland explains why he doesn’t train.
I’ve pretty much made the same decision. It didn’t take long for me to realize that the road is where I shake out the cobwebs, have a think, pray, look around, go into the drops and go flat out, talk to sheep, noodle, climb, and wear myself out. Training makes riding an obligation, and who wants that much structure for their free...
“Quite the blow, innit?”
– The much older man who trucked past me today on Ballslough Hill while I was resting, erm, stretching my legs.
Sir, I salute you!