The Closer I Get The Further Away I Get

Tomorrow will be 2 weeks since the "black ice" incident. Good gravy, I can't remember the last time I was thrown such a c*ck block to training and riding. Every time I think the arm is getting better I find myself laying awake at night grinding my teeth and wondering if it's too soon to take another pill. I pride myself on having a pretty high tolerance for pain but I am getting pretty frustrated. Only 2 pills left, so shit better get better soon.

Then there's "The fear."

Today the high was about 50 degrees. I could have gone out for couple hours on the road. Did I? Nope! Because I looked out the window at 10 a.m., saw there was some ice here and there and said "NO WAY, I'M NOT GOING DOWN AGAIN!" Yep, I became one of those freaky, won't leave the house 'cause the sky is falling type people. I mean not that I liked leaving the house before but I at least liked leaving to ride. Now all I think about it being slammed to the icy pavement again. I'm sure it will pass, but I'm feeling like a freaking old man.

So I rode the trainer for 1:35 listening to some new mixes I made. Damn it's been a long time since I made any music mixes. Glad to see I haven't lost my touch. I love having such useless, non paying talents.

UG. UG. UG.

Later.