Sign me up!! [not]
It was decided that we should make our own private sufferfest. Actually the 30+ mph wind combined with the rain coming at us sideways decided that we should have a sufferfest.
After riding for 30 minutes; exhausting my energy; having my fingers/lips/eyes/nose-hairs/feet freeze; my thighs simultaneously numb and searing with pain; being blinded by the wind and having my clothes ripped off me; it was time to call it and head back inside.
Luckly I had made it to… the end of my driveway!
But I persisted. I needed a two hour bike ride and the adventure to the mailbox doesn’t count.
Hop on to the trainer.
Never mind, that this is the first time I have ever used a trainer and most wise people swear that anything more than an hour is reason for suicide.
No despite those very sound and logical reasons, I decide to ride for two hours watching the game. Two hours of football on the bike. With water bottles.
Not beer – the way Football was intended to be watched.
Two hours…two l.o.n.g. hours.
Can you say sore???