Somehow I have managed to embrace the trainer. As we speak this blog is being updated. That’s one reason to embrace the trainer. Productivity.
And on that happy note, I turn to my favorite subject: bike racing.
Specifically this quaint town. Which, though dying, is a great place to kick it for a bike race. Speaking of dying, there is a very interesting spot nearby.
The cobbled roundabout circling the town square made for interesting riding and spectating. Folks were bbqing, dogs were frolicking and there was plenty of Lycra. A local tavern kept people in beer and food, so the atmosphere was close to a cross race. Without all the antics.
We have interim kits from Fast Freddy, very comfy stuff. Looks great on the podium. (As my teammates modeled this weekend in nearly every ncnca race. Yep. Except Dinuba, there was a VSG woman on the podium for every 1/2/3 field. Amazing. And tons of hard work from other teammates put then there. Feeling very stoked about my team right now.
Anyway. So addicted to the trainer. Don’t have to wear a bunch of gear; don’t have to worry about light and cars. Relaxing. Except for intervals. Which are easy to hit because there are no giant rollers. Hmm speaking of giant rollers; I better ride outside soon to get some practice. I mean the trainer’s nice, but maybe a little too relaxing. Is it still recovery if you’re drinking wine?
Oh and I adopted a cat.