Winter has arrived here in he Gunnison Valley. A bit snow has fallen and the temps have dropped as well. The long dry fall I was enjoying so much, is gone and replaced by a frozen ice box.
Normally I roll with the punches pretty well. I wear more layers, bigger boots and fluffier gloves, hand warmers tucked in my pockets, frozen snot flung far and wide. Skis, Fat Bikes and Snow Shoes become my vehicles for getting out there. The dreaded Trainer is always there waiting as well.
Last winter I was amazed at my own dedication to riding in all temps, all weather, all the time. I limped home frozen, wet and worked more times than I can remember. I was driven, focused and motivated.
So far this winter I am lacking. I don’t want to drive to go ski or fat bike. I don’t want to get up early, walk the dogs, lift weights, ride in the cold and then go to work.
I am wondering if there is something wrong with me? Do I really want to race again? Much less the TD? Am I getting soft, bored, burnt out? The thought of months spent riding a trainer, driving to go ride, riding in the dark and cold, all sounds terrible?! I have become frozen, along with everything else, with my lack of motivation!
So do I fake it and just do it? Will my mojo come back to me, maybe tomorrow? Will the desire to suffer make me get up and suffer for months to come? Maybe a I have rounded a corner in my life and it is time to simply have fun…and move to the desert for the winter…..