Big Dogs

I'll get to how my training is going in a later entry but will note that I sure get tired FAST these days and have forgotten how tired simply being sore all the time can make the mind.

Over the last twelve months, Monica has trained a lot with a good buddy of mine, Spencer. They are well suited to each other because Spencer likes riding at M's speed. I also think that they had a bit of a weird contest going with who could eat _less_ on a long ride or key workout. They had more excuses for not eating during training than a ten year old boy has for losing his homework.

Spencer comes from a track background and his best junior 1500 time is comfortably faster that what I'd run a K at when I was that age. Like most speedy athletes he seems to prefer to train on two things... water and pain.

So M and I were out riding in the French countryside a few days ago and I was tearing into my second bar after a few plates of breakfast. I asked if M had eaten anything. It went like this...

G -- Have you had anything this ride?
M -- I had a bar at the start.
G -- That was your breakfast!

G -- You know training in GordoWorld is different than MonsyLand.
G -- It ain't SpencerVille either!

M -- What do you mean?
G -- Look, Epic is coming up and you want to train with the Big Dogs
G -- If you want to train with the Big Dogs you gotta eat

M -- I eat
G -- I ain't talking about a hundred calories an hour
G -- Look you wait, KP will be there. That guy can eat.

G -- Big dogs, baby. Big dogs.
G -- You gotta eat.