Day gone, but not forgotten.

I woke up in a deep freeze inspired virtual rope to attic mood. I sat around in my fat pants drinking coffee and working on some XXC layouts, 'till I finally got inspired to go to the basement and ride the trainer. Side note: I miss saying Stankment™. But I can't bring myself to call this basement the Stankment™ due to the fact it's not that stank, skank or nasty. It's just a "basment." Boring.

The almost recovered from a nasty ass cold Wifey wanted the family to go XC skiing today. That sounded great. What didn't sound great was taking a 6 year old out in 5 degree temps. So that was aborted and I was forced to the basement and the trainer.

Two hours were on tap today and that's what I did. Given the "dude, get back on the medication" mood I was in, I sort of can't believe I busted out two hours. Truth be told it went by fast. I had fired up the lap top with some XC race action, had Lemmy on the hi-fi, and just looked at the two hours as four 30 minute intervals. Done. And with only limited numbness to the ol' chap. I did have to jump off one time to scurry my Lycra clad ever expanding ass up to the office to get the power cord for the Mac book, but I did stop the time for that, so the officials ruled that it was allowed.

If I can get a workout in tomorrow on skis or on the trainer I should easily have over 8+ hours of "doing stuff" this week. "Doing stuff" is my new word for training. Training makes it sound like I DO something of worth on the bike. I just ride my bike. If I ever get on the podium again for anything other than being last, I will switch back to training. But if I were you I would just get used to "doing stuff."

Once the 2 hours was in the books, a quick shower and lunch lead to painting the dining room and FINALLY ridding it of that hay-noose egg plant purple color that it was. SOOOO much better now. And I was able to huff paint fumes which is just a notch below the joy I get from huffing rubber balls in those big metal pens that you see at Wal Mart or K-Mart, or new bike tires. Mmmmm... Love me the smell of new bike tires. And that perfume that strippers wear, that's not bad either. I'M KIDDING!! Eeeeesshhh. RELAX!!

Time to have a couple beers, play some video games, and then cook up some low fat, no fat, barley worth eating White Trash Mexican.

Later.