Trainer Time

Today, the roads have ice on them and the temperature is like absolute zero. That's nerdspeak for "really cold".

So, I am relegated to ride my trainer in my garage.

I need to tell my all friends about "trainer time". That way, both of you will understand what a horrible transition this is for the cycleaholic.

Immense Boredom Makes It's Yearly Visit

Monday, I rode my bike in to work. I have the cool air in my face. I saw an albino squirrel. I saw two female deer so close up I had to yell at them to get out of my way. Then, close to the air force base I saw two fighter jets take off escorting a large, white passenger jet. Ostensibly, this was Air Force 1 or Air Force 2. Maybe it was Air Force Pi. I dunno, but it looked important and exciting.

Now I'm stuck looking at a garage door.

Sweat Becomes Me

Then, there's the sweat factor. Holy cannoli, I sweat on the trainer. I do not sweat a tenth the amount when I ride outside. It must be a combination of the cooling factor of the air moving past you and the ginzo factor of being italian. I drip all over the place and it's disgusting. Even when it's 10 degrees in the garage, I sweat like Ryan Seacrest watching Brokeback Mountain.

A Man's Obsessive Compulsion Is In Peril

I set a personal goal to ride, 9,000 miles in 2008. On December 1st, I was at 8,188. I don't count trainer miles. Largely, because you log no miles when you are going zero miles per hour. It's going to be a close call for me to make my goal. I rode like 8,700 last year. So, maybe a secondary goal will be to try and beat myself. I will have to wait until the snow melts first. Then I thing the last year me will have passed the this year me. So, I will have to work hard to try and catch myself.

On The Brighter Side

I probably won't fall and I heat the garage up a couple of degrees. I was hoping to list some more positive things here but I'm drawing a big blank.

Time to hit the sweatshop.

Tailwinds to you all. Or, maybe not today.