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Ti 22.1.13

Illalla no-sweat kuntopyörä ja gtg-KSP:t.
Huoltoa pitkin päivää, ikikirraus taitaa miehessä olla.:)

Ke 23.1.13

Tikit tänäään pois, kuntopyörää vähä reippaammin, mutta edelleen pikku vastuksella. Kuntoutukset, takareijoissa jopa lihastyön tuntemuksia!

- Cindyä 5 kiekkaa lisälämmöksi (kyykyt hallitusti penkille max 90 astetta)
- Telinevoimistelu-keskivartalo
- SJMV-fiilistelyä tangolla
- Leuat 4*4 neutraaliotteella aina toiseen käteen
- 2 * Yhen käen roikunnat ja alakuvetoa (aah rankkaa...)

Puuh...pitkä kevät on eessä.
Jalakojen ollessa pois pelistä NA-reenaaminen on vaan 30%:sta ja sykkeitä on hankala saaha "heleposti" ylös. Mutta uskon, että seki helepottaa jahka polovi saa vielä lisää liikettä ja kivut (toivottavasti) helepottaa ja voi kuntopyörällä alakaa iskeen vähän aggressiivisemmin, nyt vielä pitää keskittyä..Ja hiihtämään kans

Yleistä heilumista tännään siis.

Tämän blogin reeniannin ollessa aika nolla tällä hetkellä, alla ajankohtasta ja viisasta sanansäilää. Eli kyseessä meikäläisen hyvä espanjalainen kaveri, joka on samanlainen amatööri-reeninarkkari ku meikäläinenkin. BACK-INDA-DAYS hän on kilipaillu pyöräilyssä espanjan kansallisella tasolla, hengittäny ja hengittää edelleen pyöräilyä joka solullaan:

Perkele,

Cycling -as a professional- is dirty, didnt I tell you the reasons why I left competition? Precisely because of the amount of shit I saw in the amateur categories. BUT, cycling does not force anybody to be a son of a bitch. I never was, and I was a cyclist. The only thing the professionalism achieves in the cycling sport is to gather selfish, ambitious son of bitches capable of killing themselves for glory. Cycling, as a sport, is the most beautiful sport I know, a sport where a man/woman gets anywhere only powered by his/her strength, will and sacrifice. I always enjoyed long distance, endurance cycling: Going from my home in Madrid to the mountains (do you remember the mountains where we went from my mother's place?), I loved every single kilometer, every climb, every slope, every plain where I could maintain 50-60Km/h propelled only by my legs and my determination.

Those selfish bastards who use drugs to win races are nothing more but cheaters, robbers, criminals who destroy the beauty of a sport only thought for tough men/women who can continue after every single muscle in your body is asking you to stop: when the mind overcomes the limitation of your body and makes you fly. A good cyclist does not need any kind of drugs, not for improving performance or for having fun in the disco Näätä. You find joy in the achievement.

I remember when I cycled from Madrid to Segovia (where we went, remember the picture eating the ham leg from the rubbish, where the old Roman Acueduct was), climbing as many as two first category (average 8% slope for longer than 17Km) and one special category (average 10% for close to 22Km) mountain ports. That was one way, total more than 230Km in secondary roads, beautiful landscapes if you recall the views from the old Golf together with IsoKulli. Then the way back was exactly the same distance and climbs. I left home before 8:00 and returned after 22:00, that was beautiful Näätä. 

I remember the training doing 150Km at an average speed of more than 42Km/h in my racing bike, I could eat a whole lamb or pig when I came back home and I never weighted more than 67Kg being as I am 1.81m tall. I was all legs and head ;-). 

Lance Amstron, that man I know since the 90s, he was present in some races together with a cyclist that inspired all my adventures: Miguel Indurain (innocent until the contrary is demonstrated, but you cannot be certain). Then Lance was just an average cyclist, for many seasons, you could not see him as a champion because in cycling as in everything, when you are good, you show it all the time. Suddenly he had "cancer" in his testicles, his performance improved dramatically after surgery, when in reality you could only expect him to do the opposite. Everyone who knows about cycling was suspicious about that man, I always thought that he changed his two testicles for uranium batteries, sincerely.

I saw the interview with Oprah, that guy knows no shame. He still dares giving explanations for a behavior that no sportsman should ever conceive.

Thank you for giving me the chance to share my thoughts about that criminal with you, that guy who kills the most beautiful sport the world has ever seen (in my opinion).