Rewind twelve months and you’ll find me cruising the Yorkshire Dales, skipping in and out of snow drifts in a blizzard with a big smile on my face. Indoor training is still a sin to me and everything I do is outside. Rewind twelve months and you’ll find me cruising the Yorkshire Dales, skipping in and out of snow drifts in a blizzard with a big smile on my face. Indoor training is still a sin to me and everything I do is outside.
Fast forward to present day and I’m sat in the garage avoiding the rain having bought a smart turbo and a subscription to Zwift. So what’s changed?
The answer to that question is ‘very little’; training outdoors is still my goal for as many rides as possible but like the light bulb moment everyone else had a couple of years ago, I’ve suddenly realised that sometimes it’s easier just to hop on the trainer and knock out a good one hour session in the warmth of the pain cave.
Life away from the bike has picked up and I’m not getting home until later in the evening. It’s not really much fun going out into the darkness during the week and trying to do any decent riding by myself. Instead, I can roll through the front door, drop my laptop and get on the bike in moments knowing I’ll be able to get in a specific one hour ride without going more than 10 metres from the kitchen.
I still don’t consider it a substitute for the level of enjoyment I get by riding outside, but I’ll gladly eat my humble pie and accept that Zwift really isn’t all that bad. It’s 100% more engaging than my garage wall and that’s enough for me to finally make the use of a turbo trainer.
I don’t need to sit here and review Zwift. The internet has already proven it’s a rocking success. I need to embrace the age of the smart turbo, even if only for a few hours each week over winter, and accept that hopefully in spring I’ll be stronger for coming to my senses.
You probably won’t see many of my sessions publicly on Strava though. I still haven’t convinced myself that the elevation gain should count towards my annual totals. Okay you’re “going uphill” but you’re not actually going up a hill. Convince me.
I might post a few sweaty turbo pictures in between the snow drifts this year just to keep things spicy.