Now we are into February and this evil westerly wind that has been battering us here in Bedfordshire for what seem like forever, my motivation to go out training for the fast approaching race season is up and down like a roller coaster.

Grinding my way up the A6 into Luton to meet up with riding buddies I couldn't help to ask myself why is motivation as short lived as a Big Brother winners career in TV? I mean I got home from Saturdays ride full of it, I'd had a good ride, felt strong and was climbing well and when I rolled up to my garage I felt like I could have done another hour easy.

So why was when I slung my leg over my trusty Trek Pilot training bike this morning it felt like I'd rather be licking road kill than riding my bike again? I mean what could have happened to my motivation while I slept, did the anti motivation pixie visit me in the night and stole it while I was sleeping??

To make matters worst, just as I was heading off when my phone rang. As pulled it from pocket my heart sank, it was my mate Simon calling. Now normally I wouldn't feel so glum to get a call from Si but the thing is he is really quick. Not only did he win the Archer GP road race last year but he also rode both the Tour of Ireland and the Tour of Britain. And now he wanted to come training with me........oh great, not only will my legs hurt from grinding into the block head wind for hours I've now got to try and hang onto Simon's wheel and try my best not to get dropped. My motivation dropped another notch.

Well after four very painful hours later I was hanging my bike back up in the garage feeling completely drained mentally and physically, but thats when my motivation suddenly started to come back. You see I had to move my new race bike, a Madone dripping with carbon Bontrager gear to get my training bike back on the hook. And thats when it hits you, you see its funny how its the small things that get your mojo back. Because you know that come the Spring when the roads are dry and the sun is shinning, pinging along on my Madone will be bliss. My mojo meter was starting to climb again.

Later while laying on the sofa with a nice double shot espresso and the latest copy of Rouler and ROAD to read my mojo click again up another notch. Reading about races like the Tour of Flanders and seeing images of the pro's in a whole world of pain as they fly up the Bosberg got me all excited about the fast approaching season and yep my motivation meter was back too full!

You see thats the great thing about it, your motivation my disappear over night, especially in the winter but it doesn't take much to get it back, well not for me anyway.

What a looker!!