"I Am The Motor"

Last night was my first "ride" of the new year.  Ride is in parentheses because it was an indoor trainer ride, which barely counts as a ride.

Despite being a trainer ride, it was really hard.  I did 20 miles with breaks every 5 miles to do a set of chin-ups & push-ups.  The legs felt dead.  My heart was pumping hard just to keep a speed in the mid 16's.  Ugh.

What was I thinking about as I was sludging through?  I Am The Motor.

Michelle got me a t-shirt from a company called Stomach of Anger.  It is a simple shirt.  There is a picture of a heart, right where my heart should be with the words "I Am The Motor" across the top.

I asked for it because it really made sense to me.  This is one of the reasons I love cycling.  I Am The Motor.  My bike is simply a series of steel tubes with some aluminum, plastic and rubber bits thrown on.  It is incapable of motion until I hop on and push down on the pedals.

If the bike is moving fast it is because I am making it move fast.  If it is moving slowly, it is because I can't seem to make it move fast.  If the bike just topped 100 miles for the day, it is because I pedaled it for 100 miles that day.  I did it...I Am The Motor.

As a side note, people on motorcycles don't really impress me.  Sorry.  I Am The Motor...you are not.