Today, I had one of the most enjoyable bike rides I think I have ever done.
The scheduled called for a 90 minute easy spin - if I could fit it in. I hit the road at about 5:45pm, for an easy spin down to La Jolla. I had no goals or objectives in this ride, other than to cap the HR at 145 going up TP.
I set out, and just casually spun south on 101. A commuter cyclist passed with me with 2 saddle bags, but the ego in me didn't come out and say "there is no way I will let this guy pass me". I spun up TP, headed over to UCSD, and turned around.
On my way back to Solana, myself and another cyclist were going back and forth. What I found comedic was we both had power taps, so whenever the two of us were close to one another, it was like a damn hornet's nest with all the clicking. After this went on for a few moments, I made a comment about it, and we started chatting about (what else) training and such. Shortly after she finished "her story", she mentioned that her turn was in cardiff, and we parted ways. Since it was just before sunset, I turned around shortly after that.
Even though I was coming down the hill with a nice straight away next to the beach, I held back, and just kinda people watched going through "downtown". As I passed the restaurant, I noticed that the bottom of the sun was just touching the pacific. During this quarter mile stretch of road, I took it all in: the 30ish people taking pictures of the sunset, the 15 or so surfers in the water, a few runners doing the same as I.
Then it hit me, and those of you in San Diego know exactly what I am talking about: I had a San Diego moment. You know, those "Wow, I am so lucky to be living here right now" moments. As I made my way to "the hill" going up to solana beach, I looked back one more time to find the top of the sun just barely over the pacific, only to have it set as the hill started to obstruct my view.
It wasn't just the San Diego Moment that made the ride enjoyable, it was the fact that I was just enjoying the bike ride.
So often, we endurance athletes get so caught up in training, that we lose sight of actually enjoying it. Yeah, its cool to have an aweome swim (do those even happen?! :]), a killer bike, or a great run, but its not that often that we actually get to enjoy a training session.
Even though I took my power meter with me and it said I did worked at an average rate of 145W, I don't feel like I did any "work" at all.