The training camp that I imagined for myself during my three weeks in Georgia hasn’t fully materialized. Things aren’t bad, but they aren’t great either. The 1-hour ride I enjoyed when I arrived last Sunday remains the only outdoor ride I’ve done. My hopes for this weekend were washed away by rain.
On the bright side, I hit the weights on Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Friday, just as I would have at home. I also mixed in two 30-minute treadmill workouts and three 60-minute bike trainer workouts. And I’ve played a little basketball, just for fun. My diet has been very solid. I have completely eliminated snacking and soft drinks, and I should return to Wisconsin a few pounds lighter if only because of those changes.
Sunset is at about 6 p.m. and last week I let that fact keep me from riding after work. During the next two weeks I’ll try to show more ambition. I have lights for the bike and if I just do loops of the office park I should be able to ride without worrying about motor vehicles. I don’t want to risk next weekend being another washout and leaving me with only 16 miles to show for all my troubles.