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I've been toying with the idea of adding "soundtracks" to my blogs, to give the emotion behind them a little more dimension. This is my first post where I'm going to try it out. Please consider downloading the free tune and listening to it while and after reading. I hope it adds something to the experience. Let me know what you think.
Today, members of the Fortius team (Richard, Paul, Mike, Cynthie and Coach Gerardo) ramped up our base cycling training with a 5.5-hour trek. We pedaled from Calabasas Commons to the Pacific Ocean and back via Mulholland Road, climbing more than 4,200 feet along the way. I burned 3,000 calories during the trip.
When you're cycling for that long, a lot can run through your head. Sometimes, since I don't use an iPod while cycling, I play a mental soundtrack that keeps me fired up and going strong. Today, I focused on my favorite song of all-time, "Three Days" by Jane's Addiction. To me, it conveys such a wide range of emotions: Serenity, chaos, anger, exhilaration, bewilderment. The energy in the music is infectious. I dare you not to be ready to take on the world after listening to it.
"Three Days" matched how today's ride felt. The climbs were persistent and intensity-filled. The downhills were wild, occasionally hairy with traffic in Malibu Canyon, and the views were magnificent. The weather really cooperated today,too, though I had to shed a thermal jacket, my headband and arm warmers along the way after a chilly start.
And, like the length of "Three Days", the ride was seemingly never-ending. There's something about cycling for close to three hours and realizing you're only about halfway done. And that's when you're staring at the glistening Pacific Ocean knowing you need to climb Mulholland Road all the way back to the Valley before the final stretch occurs. It's hard to appreciate the beauty of the sea when all you can think of is a nine-mile climb that awaits. But then, at the top of the mountain, the mood changes. And the frantic downhill rocket ride ensues.
In my head, the song and the road were playing the same tune -- maddening, orchestrated chaos. The beat served as both taskmaster and pacemaker, imploring me to pedal a little harder for a little longer.
And it worked. I had a great ride, with enough left in my fuel tank to finish strong and avoid cramping up.
We'll see what pops into my head tomorrow for my 2.75-hour run and 3,200-yard swim that follows.
Hopefully not the theme from Titanic.
283 days and counting.