You know that training partner you have who is so hard core Type A? The one who accepts no excuses for anything? The one who is all about going out, week after week, and getting the work done?
Yeah, I rode with that training partner this morning. 45 miles on my tri-bike, which hadn't been ridden since February, which was the last time Mike and I rode together.
Truth be told, it felt awesome. Even though the roads were so wet that I was getting shot in the face by the rooster tail of water coming off Mike's back tire. Even though we rode into squalls of wind and dumping rain and I couldn't decide if I should keep my sunglasses on or off? It didn't really matter because I couldn't see either way.
There were times that I knew I was pushing too hard, and that my legs might cramp up if we kept this pace. But we were going to keep that pace. Because Mike didn't care that I had a baby 6 weeks ago. Or that I hadn't ridden this bike in 10 months and my body might take a while to adjust to the position until I could be comfortable. He didn't care that the wet roads made me scared to get down in my aero bars. In fact, I didn't even tell him any of these things because I know what his response would have been. The Pampers are for Moana.
It's awesome having training partners like Mike.