I have got to remember to pack arm and knee warmers. There is a chance it could dip below 15C however with the full sun icon for the whole 4 days I am hoping it will feel better when sitting outside the cafe as we enjoy lunch.
Nah, you dont want the Algarve this time of year, it will make you soft. You cant beat 2 hours of trying to decide if its too icy, deciding it is, building up to a turbo session and then deciding that you cant really be arsed.
I am in no way envious. Have a nice time. (said through gritted teeth).
Talking of turbo's - Einstein's theory of relativity is absolute rubbish and here's why.
Does anyone have any idea how it is that time on a turbo is relative to effort (and latic!). For example, when you are going through the gentle rigors of warming up and the legs are spinning comfortably beneath you, time ticks by almost unoticed.
However, apply the odd interval into the equation and all of a sudden time slows down! Furthermore, as the latic gradually builds, guess what, time slows even more. Eventually, the point at which you pass out from your efforts, time actually ceases altogether.
How is this at all possible when we're completely stationary throughout the entire session? Does anyone else feel relativity, sorry reality, slipping away from their grasp when undertaking these gut renching turbo sessions.
Perhaps us cyclists have inadvertently discovered the very thing H G Wells was looking for....a time machine.
I did 3 hours on Wednesday - had an hours break and did another hour. I had a day off so I made the most of it. Thing is... for the 3 hours I imagined I was in the ministry of sound (headphones on loud tunes). Got thro 3 hours. But.That hour passed as slowly as the 3 hours. And me ass hurt big time. The one hour break inbetween felt like 5 minutes. And I hadn't gone anywhere!
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I am in no way envious. Have a nice time. (said through gritted teeth).
Just had a quick spin on my Summer steed to check all ok... Rather nippy here isn't it?
Bring on the sun :-D
Stick together, never sad boys
Good guys
They made rules for fools, so get wise...
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......fun and sunshine there's enough for everyone..............
Does anyone have any idea how it is that time on a turbo is relative to effort (and latic!). For example, when you are going through the gentle rigors of warming up and the legs are spinning comfortably beneath you, time ticks by almost unoticed.
However, apply the odd interval into the equation and all of a sudden time slows down! Furthermore, as the latic gradually builds, guess what, time slows even more. Eventually, the point at which you pass out from your efforts, time actually ceases altogether.
How is this at all possible when we're completely stationary throughout the entire session? Does anyone else feel relativity, sorry reality, slipping away from their grasp when undertaking these gut renching turbo sessions.
Perhaps us cyclists have inadvertently discovered the very thing H G Wells was looking for....a time machine.
Please help!