I love this pic that Coach took during our trainer smashfest at her house last week. Gold star for whomever can identify these five sweaty folks, front to back!
We cram the bikes and trainers onto her deck like sardines. If we are lucky, we feel a slight breeze from the one fan down there, but it has been pretty warm recently. Bonus suffering! These trainer sessions always seem to squeeze every last drop of moisture out of my body.
I am continually learning how just how much I can hurt myself in one minute. It seems silly to me that this is such a process for me with cycling, as in fifteen years of swimming, I experienced a million times over how much one or two minutes of racing could hurt. But translating that feeling to efforts on the bike is a work that is now officially 11 years in progress. Nothing like some trainer smashfests to help expedite the process!