My buddy, Chuck rode outside yesterday. We were due for snow so he took advantage while he could. I, on the other hand, wasn’t having any of it. I don’t like the trainer, but I don’t like riding in the cold, either. Truthfully, I hate it. This has been the best winter we’ve ever had for outdoor riding, too and I’ve only got a couple hundred outdoor miles in for the year, if that many. Usually, February is impossible for riding anything but a fat tire (too cold, too much snow), but not this year.
I hate the trainer, but I hate it slightly less than the cold.
What I do like about the trainer in winter is being able to push gears that build leg strength. I take it easy for November and December, but come January, it’s time to leave lazy sitting on the couch and get after it so I can enjoy the springtime ramp up in miles. With just 22 days left in the month, I’ve got it in high gear and I’m starting to use gears that have me questioning my sanity after five minutes. The other day I only managed 25 minutes, but I almost hurled on my top tube by the time I called ¡No mas! Last night was 45 minutes in a gear I couldn’t push for ten minutes at the end of last season. Tonight’s going to be another hammer-fest, and it’ll be ugly.
Only a month and nine days and we’ll be outside again, getting in outdoor miles and preparing for the Dawn Farm Ride for Recovery, our first big ride of the season, at the end of April. I’m not done with the trainer yet, but I see the light at the end of the frozen tunnel, and it is good.