Instead of settling in to a sustainable effort for a long climb, Lance will be sprinting up short climbs with his peak power reaching 500-1000 watts and his heart rate spiking to nearly 190 bpm.
I beg of you, get ye a heart rate monitor, go run up a hill as fast as you can until you're at 190 bpm and see what you feel like. Then do it again and again and again. 500-1000 watts on a bike? Fahgetaboutit.
"My Car go 160, swiftly ..."
Hedonism and you: What, if anything, morality/reason thrown aside, would you be doing right now, if you could be doing ANYTHING? What would your day look like? Are you afraid to fess up to yourself about this?
If you can't face and embrace the Shadow, you've got some shiznit on your plate, don't you? Because it always finds a way to sneak it's little self into any and all aspects of our lives. Like weeds growing up through asphault, Shadow will always find air to breathe. Might as well be in control of it. A steady dispensing mechanism of some sort. "A canon shooting cocunt cream ..."
But that's only my opinion. Go on and continue to have stuff blow up in your face. Just stay out of my way while you're at it.
