On Rule #6: Resistance

This man isn’t about to quit; that’s V Face right there.

Strength can be a fickle thing this time of year, when the training isn’t as consistent as it should be; it comes and goes, sometimes several times in the span of a single ride or even a climb. Like a rosy-eyed dreamer I keep awakening as I train, thrown like a rag doll between a state nearing euphoria and one resembling purgatory.

My mind is what drives me as a Cyclist, it is what allows my to keep going despite the burning in my legs and lungs. It is what pushes me to leave the comfort of my home to climb aboard my bike when it is dark, cold, and rainy. But there are times when the legs won’t go or the body fails in some anomalous way when we are struck by the reality that we are but puppets, pushed and pulled by forces that exist outside outside the jurisdiction of our will.

Whether or not the body fails, the mind can still resist. It can resist easing back. It can resist turning around. It can resist turning the bars to steer away from the extra climbing loop. Giving in is the worst kind of weakness we have in Cycling. With time all the acute reasons why we want to quit will pass; the acid will flush from our muscles, the gasps for air will give way to steady breathing, the cold will leave our bodies. But quitting, and the doubt it cultivates can last much, much longer.

Quitting begets quitting. It wears down your confidence and makes you question yourself. It asks questions of you that you will struggle to answer when the 2am Ghosts of Lost Opportunities come calling. Worst of all, quitting gets easier the more you do it.

Before my rides, I will decide if it is to be a hard day or an easy day; whether I will do the extra loop with the big climbs or look for the flatter roads. Once on the ride, I will shut off the part of my mind that asks those questions and simply shut off the part of my mind that processes those considerations. I will not stop until I am done.

Our strength may be fickle, but our minds are steady.

frank

The founder of Velominati and curator of The Rules, Frank was born in the Dutch colonies of Minnesota. His boundless physical talents are carefully canceled out by his equally boundless enthusiasm for drinking. Coffee, beer, wine, if it’s in a container, he will enjoy it, a lot of it. He currently lives in Seattle. He loves riding in the rain and scheduling visits with the Man with the Hammer just to be reminded of the privilege it is to feel completely depleted. He holds down a technology job the description of which no-one really understands and his interests outside of Cycling and drinking are Cycling and drinking. As devoted aesthete, the only thing more important to him than riding a bike well is looking good doing it. Frank is co-author along with the other Keepers of the Cog of the popular book, The Rules, The Way of the Cycling Disciple and also writes a monthly column for the magazine, Cyclist. He is also currently working on the first follow-up to The Rules, tentatively entitled The Hardmen. Email him directly at rouleur@velominati.com.

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  • @wiscot

    @andrew

    @Gianni

    @wiscot

    @The Oracle

    Between getting up at 5:00 am to get the wife and kids (and me) off to work/school, and putting the last kid to bed at 8:30 at night, my only conceivable time for riding during the week is 8:30 to 9:00 at night. It has been oh-so-hard to force myself down into my 45 degree basement to crank out an hour's worth of pain on the trainer/rollers. More often than not, I've been losing that battle and going to bed. I think I'll print out this post and stick it to my bedside table.

    Hey, as they said in Life of Brian, "You lucky, lucky, bastard!" 45 degrees? I think my garage is in the high teens, low 20s these days! You have my sympathy for the time-crunch thing, but 45 degrees sounds like luxury to me!

    See you on a cogal this year? How about the Cheesehead Roubaix? Your former "local" roads . . .

    We used to dream of having a basement. Our hovel sat on a bog. My da would dig a hole in the bog and put my rollers in the hole. And we were lucky.

    Luxury!

    A bog? You were lucky. Our house was on a frozen lake and would sink in the spring. Rollers? Our rollers were made of tin cans glued together and stuck to branches with plaited hair for bands.

    Rollers - ha - luxury we had to ride our bikes at night on potholed roads in the pouring rain -

    Oh hang on - that's what I actually do

  • @Mike_P

    @Gianni

    @wiscot

    @The Oracle

    Between getting up at 5:00 am to get the wife and kids (and me) off to work/school, and putting the last kid to bed at 8:30 at night, my only conceivable time for riding during the week is 8:30 to 9:00 at night. It has been oh-so-hard to force myself down into my 45 degree basement to crank out an hour's worth of pain on the trainer/rollers. More often than not, I've been losing that battle and going to bed. I think I'll print out this post and stick it to my bedside table.

    Hey, as they said in Life of Brian, "You lucky, lucky, bastard!" 45 degrees? I think my garage is in the high teens, low 20s these days! You have my sympathy for the time-crunch thing, but 45 degrees sounds like luxury to me!

    See you on a cogal this year? How about the Cheesehead Roubaix? Your former "local" roads . . .

    We used to dream of having a basement. Our hovel sat on a bog. My da would dig a hole in the bog and put my rollers in the hole. And we were lucky.

    Did you live in a Monty Python sketch?

    @wiscot quotes from Wisconsinites' favorite MP movie.  Blessed are the cheesemakers.

  • @wiscot I've got April 27th pencilled in.  Hopefully I can get the family logistics to work out and actually make it this year.

  • ... and on topic--this post worked for me last night.  I ignored all of the excuses and did 1.5 hrs on the rollers.

  • @the Engine

    @wiscot

    @andrew

    @Gianni

    @wiscot

    @The Oracle

    Between getting up at 5:00 am to get the wife and kids (and me) off to work/school, and putting the last kid to bed at 8:30 at night, my only conceivable time for riding during the week is 8:30 to 9:00 at night. It has been oh-so-hard to force myself down into my 45 degree basement to crank out an hour's worth of pain on the trainer/rollers. More often than not, I've been losing that battle and going to bed. I think I'll print out this post and stick it to my bedside table.

    Hey, as they said in Life of Brian, "You lucky, lucky, bastard!" 45 degrees? I think my garage is in the high teens, low 20s these days! You have my sympathy for the time-crunch thing, but 45 degrees sounds like luxury to me!

    See you on a cogal this year? How about the Cheesehead Roubaix? Your former "local" roads . . .

    We used to dream of having a basement. Our hovel sat on a bog. My da would dig a hole in the bog and put my rollers in the hole. And we were lucky.

    Luxury!

    A bog? You were lucky. Our house was on a frozen lake and would sink in the spring. Rollers? Our rollers were made of tin cans glued together and stuck to branches with plaited hair for bands.

    Rollers - ha - luxury we had to ride our bikes at night on potholed roads in the pouring rain -

    Oh hang on - that's what I actually do

    You live in Scotland. You forgot to add the incessant howling gales!

  • @The Oracle

    @wiscot I've got April 27th pencilled in. Hopefully I can get the family logistics to work out and actually make it this year.

    Excellent. It's been getting quite a big turnout but it usually settles down after the first couple of sections. Maybe it'll be above freezing by then?

  • @The Oracle

    @Mike_P

    @Gianni

    @wiscot

    @The Oracle

    Between getting up at 5:00 am to get the wife and kids (and me) off to work/school, and putting the last kid to bed at 8:30 at night, my only conceivable time for riding during the week is 8:30 to 9:00 at night. It has been oh-so-hard to force myself down into my 45 degree basement to crank out an hour's worth of pain on the trainer/rollers. More often than not, I've been losing that battle and going to bed. I think I'll print out this post and stick it to my bedside table.

    Hey, as they said in Life of Brian, "You lucky, lucky, bastard!" 45 degrees? I think my garage is in the high teens, low 20s these days! You have my sympathy for the time-crunch thing, but 45 degrees sounds like luxury to me!

    See you on a cogal this year? How about the Cheesehead Roubaix? Your former "local" roads . . .

    We used to dream of having a basement. Our hovel sat on a bog. My da would dig a hole in the bog and put my rollers in the hole. And we were lucky.

    Did you live in a Monty Python sketch?

    @wiscot quotes from Wisconsinites' favorite MP movie. Blessed are the cheesemakers.

    On a point of order that wasn't a Python sketch it was from At Last the 1948 Show - which begat both Python and the Goodies

  • First person to say they weren't expecting the Spanish Inquisition has to do hill reps

  • @the Engine

    First person to say they weren't expecting the Spanish Inquisition has to do hill reps

    Or eat spam. Spam, spam, spam (ad nauseum) . . . or even a wafer thin mint. (said in a cloying, obsequious French accent).

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