Well, I had to resign myself to the trainer Wednesday night, and I don’t necessarily see that as a bad thing. We are currently paying for a really nice July, August and September by getting hammered with rain right now – it’s been raining for three days. Of course, it is the rainy season.
Tuesday, I decided to call it a day off after a 20% chance of rain turned into a 100% chance in the space of about 20 minutes… and hoped for better luck on Wednesday. That didn’t turn out – it was a miserable day after about 2pm, so I set up the trainer in front of the TV and watched Endgame. The temptation would normally be to take both days off and simply watch the movie. Rain in the forecast for Thursday put a damper on that.
The problem is, I’ve got a big weekend planned. Too many days off and that first day back tends to get a little awkward, especially if it’s going to be a long day in the saddle, and both Saturday and Sunday will be long.
This has meant an early embrace of trainer season, and I’m actually glad for it.
Every year, about this time, I grow a little weary with the outdoors. Riding on the trainer sucks, but it’s easy. A whole workout, including cleanup, takes an hour. If I’m outdoors, by the time you figure getting everything ready, getting dressed, getting out the door, riding, and cleanup, I’m looking at almost two hours, glorious as they may be…. because I can rarely limit myself to the 17-19 mile routes. Normally, even on weekdays, I’ve been getting 21 to 24 miles lately, which has been great, it just takes up a little more time.
So Wednesday night, there I was, turning the cranks on the Trek, hooked up to the trainer as it poured down rain outside, watching the Avengers grapple with Thanos yet again… and it wasn’t so bad…
I’ll be singing a very different tune, come March.
Interestingly, it was supposed to rain cats and dogs last evening but it dried up just long enough for me to get twelve outdoor miles in. I’d written this post yesterday, assuming I’d be stuck indoors… Nope.