I was all stoked on winter in Montana, but then I remembered how it feels when you want to ride your bike as much as I do and it’s too cold to leave the house without having your buttcheeks freeze together. I rode the trainer for eight hours total over the last five days, all with a gleeful sun shining in a clear, -15 degree sky. Things got a little weird. Of course, like anything, there are ways to make it ok. Here’s how I survived the week:
2.V FOR VENDETTA
4.CAPTAIN AMERICA SHORTS
5.MAKING OTHER PEOPLE WORK OUT WITH ME
6.GOING INTO A DARK LONELY PLACE IN MY HEAD WHERE I FEEL NO PAIN AND ONLY HEAR MY HEART BEATING AND MAYBE SOME TECHNO
7.LOOKING AT MY MISMATCHED SOCKS IN THE MIRROR
I don’t know why I put that in all caps. I guess it seemed necessary. The main thing to draw from the above list is that I moved my trainer into the middle of the kitchen so people had to distract (pay attention to) me whether they liked it or not. There were high fives. Sasha put on the wolves documentary. Ryan did pushups. I even wore my captain America shorts to give the illusion of actually having a direction in this sport. One day I watched V for Vendetta, which is excellent for scenes of blowing up buildings, head-shaving and general catharsis. The dark lonely head-place part is just a given, as are the mismatched socks. Just thought I’d put em in there because I like things in sevens.
Some Kale (without stems)
Some Pineapple Juice
A LOT of Almond butter, or 1/4C almonds (if you have a powerful food processor)
Some Soymilk (or almond milk, which is what I like lately)
Chia Seeds! (yeah, I’m on that bandwagon)
Grind it all up. It makes a drink so scary-looking that your roommates won’t steal it.
My one hard day of this recovery week was yesterday, and I celebrated by skiing my face off all morning and then hammering out my trainer ride in the kitchen afterwards. I got really tired. Then it finally started snowing this morning, and I had to watch a bunch of faces fall as I told people that yes, I’d be riding the trainer again instead of skiing.
So the bad news is that the plane fare to Tucson doubled before I could pull the trigger. The good news is that I’m driving my tent to the desert anyway.
Stay tuned to find out where! (I will too)