Prison Bound: Day 11

Today marks the 11th day of not riding outside and I gotta say it's killing me. Continued pain, bad weather (thunder snow, wind & ice) and my intense fear of crashing again before I am healed has had me chained to the trainer like a for what is now the 11th day. I can't remember the last time I went this long without riding outside.

The bad news is my arm is still swollen, looks and feels only a little better. The good news is that 2001 24 Hours of Snowshoe T shirt still fits me. The other bad news is that I do NOT know the hot chick in the other photo, although I have a feeling I'll be seeing her again soon though.

I have had some good workouts, but let's face it, riding inside blows pole no matter how you look at it. I mean yesterday I burned over 1,000 calories "virtually" riding the Barry-Roubaix course, but it still sucked the aforementioned pole.

Waking up to roads covered in 2 inches of slushy snow made the decision easier. Seeing those roads become bone dry in the sun by the time I climbed on the trainer once again invoked thoughts of pole sucking (and not in a good way).

The lack of "real" riding has made thoughts of ACTUALLY racing the Barry-Roubaix in a few weeks a bitter pill to swallow and made parting with cash to enter the Lumberjack 100 yesterday just as bitter. BUT... I know that the arm will heal, I will get a reasonable facsimile of fitness back, will suffer and will have fun doing it.

OK, I feel it's time to take the panties off (and not in a good, wish I was talking about that chick pictured above way) and make the promise to myself that I WILL get outside this week. The arm doesn't hurt THAT much whilst riding, so if I'm careful and don't do anything stupid I think I can get out of this basement bound prison very soon.

Later.