Now To Get Back To Doing Nothing

The days since the Barry-Roubaix and my first race of the season have been sort of, OK, VERY lame. The cough blossomed into full on Old Man Loogie Hawking Lung Buttah. Wifey and B-Man were in Pittsburgh visiting, so Sunday was spent laying around the house playing video games and drinking some beer. Nothing wrong with that, except I would have preferred to ride 50 miles THEN do that. Doing it along, coughing up lung butter, just made me feel sort of pathetic.

Monday was more of the same minus the beer and video games. That patheticness was substituted with what I pass off for work. I avoided the gym so as not to be some sweaty guy coughing mucus all over the machines. Since it is STILL witch tit cold here, icy and snowy in spots and I apparently have Black Lung or something I avoided the dirt roads. I just did NOT feel like getting soaked with mud and making the lung issue worse. So I hit the trainer for an hour to get a sweat on.

Funny thing is, I feel great on the bike (minus the coughing fits that causes my ass feel like a small plum is exiting the chute and pushing into the saddle. Plum, hemorrhoid, whatever). The good news was Wifey would be home Tuesday. The bad news is, that B-Man was staying on in the 'Burgh for Spring Break and partying with his Poppy who will bring him up when he visits this weekend. So I will go a unprecedented 8 days days of now Woobie. I mean who am I gonna watch Adventure Time and Regular Show with????

Today was better, but still no bike other than the trainer. Lots of work done, and Wifey returned, we hung out, then she departed for the worlds longest hair appointment.

Tomorrow, I am gonna head back out on the bike, face the chilly air, mud, and deal with the coughing fits and the chamois kissing little hemorrhoid that wants follows them. I need miles!!!

Later.