Velo Jones’s Diary: Dawn Patrol – the View is Always the Same

Items in an aspiring skinny guy’s fitness toolbox; cycling jerseys, training books, foul weather riding gear…and a loud alarm clock (paired with an understanding spouse). I’m not sure if any of you read last week’s rant - you know, the hellfire and brimstone one about leaving about 25lbs of cellulite baggage behind (no pun intended), but I’m back with a report on the good, the bad and everything in-between from week one of my quest to arrive at Sea Otter in mid-April with something resembling decent form.

Week One: Prior to coming 100% clean about how much I suck, I will state in all honesty that I came out swinging. On Friday, Saturday and Sunday of last week I got in 2 hours a day of spastic backcountry xc skiing. My training partner is a bit of a dump truck himself – he’s not going to win sprint-distance anything anytime soon, but he’s still faster than me…and always willing to go at the drop of a hat. Never stops smiling either. Of course, he will wander away from time to time and when the trail points downhill you have to wait up, but for the most part I like having him along and he seems pretty stoked to get to go. Also, occasionally he will roll in poo. Or attempt to bring down an elk. Never a dull moment.

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