In the late 70’s, early 80’s my dream was to become a professional bicycle racer. I had to overcome two road-blocks:
1. no talent
2. finding and following
the the right trainer.
While there is nothing you can do about the missing talent - if you find the right trainer you can still make it. I spent many weeks to find all the books there were at that time, read them all and knew what you have to know about professional cycling.
But most importantly I found the right trainer: Louis
(probably even misspelled his name). He trained many untalented guys; got some not only into the German championships but also had one become a champion. Quiet a few of the guys he trained became professionals—more and less successful. One of the more common injuries in cycling is a broken collarbone. When Louis broke his and he couldn’t train on the bicycle he ran the hospital stairs up and down for many hours every day; the two weeks they kept him in hospital… When I had my collarbone broken I barely made it ten minutes a day!
Anyway, I approached Louis and got him as trainer.
Sadly enough it took me only a few weeks to leave. Because Louis did what nobody ever had done to me before:
He kicked my butt! And it did hurt and I hated it!
Never forget the one two hour training we did; he got really mad with me when I left it after 300! minutes…
It took me many years to understand how valuable the lessons he did teach me are. And while he kicked butt of every cyclist on the team - he never got personal. He didn’t tell you f**ng idiot like so many others do. (And boy, could he curse!) Still, being barely 20 years young - I wasn’t ready for a trainer like him.
Needless to say - never had a great cycling career…
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