I am not down with the cold.

My week of workouts consisted of this:

Saturday: 7 mile run.
Sunday: Nada, unless eating is exercise.
Monday: Two mile swim
Tuesday: AM - one hour on my rollers.
Tuesday: PM: Ran stairs for an hour.
Wednesday: Weights.
Thursday: 90 minutes on rollers keeping my HR at 160+.
Friday: 31 miles outside, froze my ass off.















Since my last CX race, I've kept the workouts inside for the most part. Last weekend it was nice and sunny and running outside is fine. It doesn't take a huge effort.

Yesterday I made the attempt to ride outside.
It sucked balls.
38 degrees and sunshine.

Sounds ok, right?

I don't know if it's the effort it takes for me to dress - base layer, tights, chamois, jersey, thermal jacket, balaclava, shoe covers...

I suppose it's a lot.
I overdress, cuz I fuckin' hate the cold. It takes me a month to adjust to it.

...Or if it sucked cuz my legs were shot from riding my rollers the night before at a hard effort....

Anyways.

I met Chip at the Purple People Bridge, a 7 mile ride from my house. On my way there, I noticed my speed was like, 14MPH. I couldn't pedal worth a shit. My clothes felt like they were weighing me down. My legs felt like two gigantic pieces of lead.

I thought, once I am warmed up and out of this headwind, I'll be ok.

Not the case.

We rode out to Indian Hill, and at mile 22, we pulled over. I got off my bike and layed on the ground and Chip snapped this picture.




















I whipped out my new addiction - the Volcano ECig. Yup, I got a nicotine habit like a mother fucker now. Dominic got me hooked on it last spring when he'd plug it into my computer and let it charge. I started vapin'. I get the full on nicotine hit, without the smoke. I know, sick.















Chip wasn't having fun either. We got back on our bikes and he'd yell things like:

"Let's go back and sit in the sun some more."
"Let's call a cab."
"Let's go get some coffee".

So we did a short loop around Indian Hill and ended up at the Coffee Emporium a mile from his house.















Instead of riding the 9 miles to my house, I let Chip drive me. My hands and feet were frozen. And when I got home, my furnace was out - again. The house was freezing.

I am still sitting here without heat, waiting on a furnace man to show up.
I fuckin' hate winter.