Today I was thinking about extreme sports, my mind wandering. And about my cycling high cols (passes) in the Alps, less than five months ago. There is no riding, at least by me, at all here recently.
|That's the warm and sunny side, with about 30 inches of snow|
I don't do extreme sports, nothing even close. And generally if I am stressed, or tired, or lost, I forget to even take the camera out. Actually, I am probably getting so unfit that I won't be much able to push a pedal. Legs? Lungs? Haven't been on the trainer again at all this weekend.
My mind wandering, hours into the day's activity, with hours left to go, when ... ahhah moment! This is like climbing, I thought. Just keep doing the same motion, and eventually I get there. And I have worked up such a sweat that my soaked-in-sweat-from-the-inside layer is meeting my covered-in-snow-from-the-outside layer. My heart rate must be up. Then another ahhah! .... I. am. cross. training. Some cyclists, some coaches recommend cross training.
Large quantities of a certain free, cold, material is needed for this kind of training. It is shown in the first picture above. And necessary tools, shown below.
|Roof rake, from the roof|
|Snow shovel, on the roof|
Definitely good for balance, snowshoes are needed to get to the top of the piles of snow I have shoveled off the roof. The top of these piles is the only good place left for me to get a decent reach and angle with the roof rake. Bonus: from the top, I can see over the roof edge.
|It must be sport, it's a snowshoe.|
Yesterday was the same, but in negative digit temps and positive double digit winds. on the roof, that felt extreme to me. Same drill last weekend. Shovel shovel rake rake. Clear the roof. Sky dumps more snow....and so the winter goes. During the week: took time off work to shovel shovel rake rake. Sometime, not too long ago, I'm sure it was over 15F. The mind wanders.
It seems that I clear roofs like I climb ... slowly, but I get there. Progress has been made, there is still far too much ice, glaciers even, on the roof, but the snow is mostly completely off now, and I beat it inside as dusk approaches. Inside to dream, to pull out two well-used maps.
|Maps of sunny southern France indoors, snow piles outdoors.|
Gerry, from Vicious Cycle, southern France, tells me the roads up Mont Ventoux will be officially open April 15th. There will surely still be snow here. Maybe I'll be there.
Anyone with suggestions for spring rides in Le Sud?