Yes, Spring is finally coming. While technically we are already in Spring, here in Wisconsin (and reportedly many other parts of county) Spring has not quite sprung. It’s been cold for a long time–temperatures in the 20′s and 30′s at a time when we are normally already rolling in the 40′s and 50′s. And as any cyclist at this sort of latitude knows, the difference between those temperatures is what can make or break a ride. At that 20/30 degree boundary toes are almost certainly frozen. I have not yet been successful in warding off that demon, while most others (hands, ears, and larger limbs) I’ve been ok with. But my toes have always kept me down.
Today though, was different. The temperature on my cycling computer said anywhere between 41 and 50. To me, this was nothing short of a miracle, as I had almost given up hope on feeling warm temperatures ever again. Relieved of their frozen cycling shoe prison, my toes, feet, and legs relished their almost forgotten sense of feeling in the out of doors–only to be shut down by the dreaded “dead legs”. Even though the weather, being sunny and “warmer”, the workout that I was trying to get in between the work hours of the day absolutely shut the door on whatever ideas of glory my legs had.
Two minutes. Hard. Two minutes rest. Five times. The legs were not quite responding. I could get it up all ripping and roaring but I couldn’t quite hold it there. It soon occurred to me that it was one of those days, where the legs had no juice, no nothing, just enough to cruise around but not enough to really make the hard stuff happen. Of course I tried to push through it, but nothing was where I wanted it to be. Normally, I’d be totally bummed with this sort of day. It makes training feel like a waste of time. But we all have bad day. It happens. Today though, there was that one saving grace–Spring. It’s coming, it’s on the horizon, and finally, we can just barely feel it. Wisconsin finally gets it–I hope my legs get the message.