Scott Martin

Every few months I get inspired to keep a training diary. It never lasts.

July 1: 53.6 miles. Two hrs, 32 mins, 20 secs. Wind gusting to 10 mph NNW. Temperature 73-80 degrees. 80% humidity. Did the Skanktown loop. Felt strong on Heave Hill: 39x21. Slight twinge in left quad at mile 43. Average heart rate 138.

July 12: Rode. Felt OK.

July 14: Call dentist! 423-78[illegible].

Finally I realized that I follow pretty much the same cycling routine week after week (which, yes, I'd have known long ago if I'd kept a training diary). So now I just write one week's worth of data. Each Monday I fill in a few blanks, then cut and paste. Presto: All the satisfaction of recording my rides; none of the hassle.

Mon: 10 miles easy. Exhausted from long weekend rides. My [knee/butt/back] is sore and it hurts to [walk up stairs/sit on unpadded furniture/even think about pedaling].

Tues: 25 miles hard. Tuesday Lunchtime World Championship Group Ride. Felt [great/awful]: I [dropped/got dropped by insert name of current nemesis].

Wed: Couldn't ride because [it rained/I forgot to pack cycling shorts/some of us have to work for a living instead of taking early retirement like stupid current nemesis].

Thurs: 20 miles hard. Anaerobic threshold intervals after work. Dinner: week-old meatloaf and 12-pack of Twinkies. Cleaned dried spittle off top tube.

Fri: 8 miles easy. Rode to video store. Forgot wallet. Rode back to video store.

Sat: 70 miles hard. Group ride with the gang. Great except when [SUV flipped us off/pace exceeded 26 mph/I had to "lend" tube to guy who never carries one].

Sun: 40 miles tempo. Should've gone easy, but such a nice day. I'll be fine on Monday.

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