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'It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.' Theodore Roosevelt 23 April 1910

Friday, 17 April 2009

Ow, I feel good na na na na na na na

I knew that I would ...

Relax, I haven't been shaking my tush down Gosport High Street, I've just had one of those thoroughly enjoyable training sessions, where you work really hard and have a real glow about yourself afterwards. It wasn't anything particularly special but after almost 3 weeks of "a little bit here, a little bit there" it felt great. So what was it that made me feel so good? Nothing more than 45 minutes on the gym bike, in the middle of which I did 10 miles at a proper TT effort (ie in excess of 90% MHR). It was hard work and my legs certainly knew about it but I felt "cleansed" afterwards, I think you understand? Don't you?

Anyway, changing tack completely, do you know Magical Trevor? If not, see here:

http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/magical+trevor/

If you don't end up humming that for the rest of the day I will be very surprised. You will probably kill me for it though! :-)

Train smart and race hard folks.
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