Friday, January 28, 2011
stop sign sprints
Stop sign sprints are the closest thing to structured training that I do all year. They suck real bad, but they work the legs quick.
I don't keep track of zones or heart rates or any of that other witchcraft, but they still work. They seem like the best way to replicate the short bursts of power used in racing on east coast single track.
I leave my house and sprint up to the top of the hill without warming up to simulate the start of a race. Then I roll into a neighborhood, and every time I hit a stop sign I slam on the brakes and track stand for 10 seconds. Then I sprint as hard as I can to the next stop sign and brake again.
I do that until I feel like throwing up, then roll around for a few minutes of recovery. Then I start sprinting and stopping again. When I reach the vomit threshold, I slow down and soft pedal to recover. Then I go home and dig into the mini-marshmallows.
Or I used to dig into the mini-marshmallows until I saw this:
I wonder how many people died with a mouth stuffed full of tiny marshmallows before Kraft started printing this warning.