I used to have a love-hate relationship with indoor training. Over winter, when I used to race ‘cross, I was pretty religious about commuting home from work, then hopping straight on my basic, wheel-on trainer for an hour or so of intervals, with nothing to go on but a stopwatch, a resistance dial, and a heart rate monitor.
For reasons I’ve gone into before, I used overtraining as a handy veil for what basically amounted to an eating disorder, and so I don’t massively look back on this time of my riding life with a great deal of fondness, to the point that I avoided indoor training entirely for many years.
