Things were going just fine. I was blissfully riding the stationary bikes at the club while I watched my favorite hockey heros pound the snot out of each other. I soon found that if I really pushed it, I could ride 10 miles in under 28 minutes. It became my goal to continue to increase resistance while staying under 28 minutes. Occassionally I would ride for an hour, and smiled away as the odometer clicked over to 20 miles. I was well on my way to riding the 400 miles by April goal I set in order to "earn" a new road bike.
But then I started hearing everyone talk about trainers, and of course I had to have one. I do love the thing, even as it tortures me. I've got it set up in the middle of the living room (what an understanding hubby I have). But here is the problem - the thing is too realistic. Suddenly, my miles have been cut in half even as I continue to work harder and harder. Damn kryptonite.
I know ... I know... in the long run its a good thing. But right now, I just miss my cape.
Damn Trainers
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