By Thanksgiving of 2009, I was in the best of shape, having cycled for 2 years, most everyday, like I was being chased. I spent every waking minute waiting until it was time to ride again. I ate only healthy foods and maintained proper "everything" all the time, all in order to stay fit and healthy.
For some reason, the cold and darkness that is winter denied me my morning ritual of up at 5:30AM, suit up, fill the bottles, check tire pressure and ride 25 miles through three towns...like I was being chased. It would be one of five routes I devised to improve my endurance, my speed and my climbing. I tallied my efforts, I pushed a little harder, I felt the power develop. But now, I just didn't want to get out of bed ( I have a beautiful wife who I love dearly). The rest of my day prohibited any opportunity for a regular ride.
Ahhhh! A spinner bike! Sure! I'll put one of those babies down in the basement and pedal an hour a day! No cold wind, no cold rain, no black ice. Lemme go see what ebay has...
After looking at a few bikes far and wide, that were in no way properly represented by their seller's descriptions, I found my beauty in Brooklyn. The Greg Lemond Revmaster!
I brought this baby home, stripped her down, washed her up and lubed her good... sounds like... nevermind.
So now I'm fitted to the bike, don't have to worry about kit or weather and I shall begin a new routine in the morning!
Riding a spinner bike in the basement in front of Good Morning America SUCKS. It SUCKS. It SUCKS. It SUCKS.
I could barely get one hour of spin time! It was killing me! It SUCKED. I stayed in bed ( I have a beautiful wife who I love dearly) and now, here we are; Lost Fitness, March 2010.
Finally, I've got temperatures which my pussy ass can accept and I'm suited up, bottles full, heading out to play "getting chased." Whoa! I'm sucking wind on hills I was crushing in the Fall. If I was being chased, I'd now be the bitch. Shit!
OK, so I've regressed. Bad decisions got me here and I accept full responsibility. I'll just start over. I know just what to do and I know how to do it.
The following morning I get suited up, fill the bottles and go out to the garage to check my pressure...... hey! WTF! A flat!?
