This is how my LSD ride looks like these days. Contrary to what other people may think, my LSDs (Long Slow Distance) rides are long (well, not very long) and slow (really really slow. Less than 20 km/h. Word).
Having said that, it is really hard to keep myself from pushing over (and baking myself with beans and bacon before April). As Frank Brigandi of the Biketopia correctly states…
… any time a grizzled and seasoned roadie tells you that [the ride will be slow and not hard at all .o.s.], take it as the opposite of the definition of the word “not” Going easy means, going hard enough to try and kill you and leave you for dead 48 miles from home with blown legs, severe dehydration and a mutillated ego. Roadies are akin to a poker player “just sitting in on a hand” they always play to win. Roadies are always baked from riding too hard in winter and subsequently blame it on their mountain biking friends for “making them ride off road”.. even if they only did 3 mountain bike rides all winter….
By this definition I am definitely a roadie – by definition 
But I am trying hard to ride easy (which is harder than trying easily to ride hard, fwiw).
I still do not believe that going slow will make me go faster. Even though I go faster when I want to – climbing on the middle ring and attacking relentlessly up the hill become my usual traits on the “hard” days. Still, it feels weird.
