today was a ‘snow day’. and i use the term loosely. oh, it snowed alright. i think an entire inch. being a born & bred new englander, transplanted here in kentucky, i’m always highly amused by the weather reports and the weathermen in their parkas rambling on about all the snow. it usually never happens, and i want to yell to them all to try out a maine winter and htfu.
well, it actually happened this time. all one inch of it. school was cancelled, and there were the requisite panicked trips to the market (guilty as charged, only my trip wasn’t a panicked one, i really did need milk) - the whole nine yards. snow days are fun and we were looking forward to sledding and even taking out the ‘cross bikes for a little ride around the neighborhood parks, but that was before i looked out the window at the steady, persistent sleet falling from the sky encasing what little snow actually stuck around under a sheet of ice. we got gypped out of the fun of a snow day, and it all meant i had another day on the trainer.
two hours on the trainer. the kids are home cause of that ‘snow day’ thing - and steven is home cause he works from home so with all of us home it just feels like the weekend. the house is cozy, a fire is burning and i’m getting all sorts of stuff done. press releases are being, well – released. media kits are coming together, crafty things are being made. there’s a whole lotta stuff getting done -just not my trainer time. i open the fridge to make the girls lunch and see all the beer i just bought. i mean, if you’re gonna be snowed in; you better have beer. and wine. and, um, bourbon too. just in case. i’m just sayin’.
so anyhow – i open the fridge and the beer is staring right at me, and it’s not even anywhere near beer-thirty or anything, but it looks really good. and it makes me think i want wine. damn those two hours on the trainer. my house is cozy! there’s a fire burning!
before i get on the trainer, i call a teammate to chat and to see what she’s doing. and mostly this just served as procrastinating the whole trainer thing. she was making lunch and really wanted some of the wine sitting on her kitchen table, but had to ride first. and this is why we get along so well.
it’s nearing two o’clock and i think if i want the wine, i better get out of my pj’s and onto the damn trainer & earn it. plus, it really just needs to be later in the day for it to be ok. i plug into my tunes, put the bike onto the trainer and let the kids know that i’m not doing a field test - this is just a regular gig.
the kids have bad memories of my first solo field test when whatever dawn of the living dead noises that were emanating from the room prompted many “mommy are you ok?” trips into the bike room to check on me. they look so concerned every time i get on the trainer now that i just preempt it with a “don’t worry kids, i’m not doing a field test”. they all breathe a sigh of relief that mommy will live to see another day.
so i get on the trainer. and i watch the sleet fall. and i take pictures. and listen to my tunes. and check email and facebook and watch the clock and do some sprinty, mashy things cause i’m totally making up the workout that can’t be done on the road cause it’s all sleety and icy. and then i’m done.
it’s another ‘snow day’ tomorrow. evidently, we’re getting another whole inch and some ice to top it off. i’ve got an hour and a half on the trainer and i need to update my tunes.
we totally got gypped of any sort of respectable, snowy winter, so i’m just ready for spring. and outdoor rides.