Training

I have to admit something, I need to get it off of my chest once and for all.  Training everyday for this bike ride is killing me!!!!
Honestly I feel like I am a broken record that has a lot of skips.  I get up in the morning at 5:40, I let the dog out, I leg the dog in, I feed the dog, I fold the laundry, I get dressed, throw on some extra deodorant and brush my teeth.  I drive to the gym, turn on Pandora, turn on the kindle and I bike till even my wrists are sweating.  I don't go anywhere except where ever my books take me, and those places have been some very scary  lately.  I go home, shower, fix the kids breakfast and maybe pack a lunch, rush mathew to band practice, take john to school an hour later and then go to work.  Here is where the skipping comes into place, I do it all again five days a week and on the sixth day I just add an extra twenty minutes to the bike ride.
I am sooooo sick of the snow that I think I am going to scream in frustration soon.  All I want is to buy a new bike, go out and ride all over the country side.  I don't think I can survive much more of gym riding.  I want to feel the wind on my face and the adrenaline of riding faster as a dog comes out and chases after me.  I want to dodge the post winter pot holes and maybe feel a bug splat against my arm, note I did not say the face.  I need fresh air and I need a change of view, I am desperate.


As the song goes by the Byrds:
To everything, turn, turn, turn
There is a season, turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven

Well its time for spring to come and for me to turn my wheels on the ride with my bike. So if anyone out there has a direct line to mother nature could you please call her and let her know we are done with winter and it is time for spring to come for a visit. 

On the bright side I was finally able to wear two sneakers to the gym this week,  woo hoo after three weeks I am so glad to finally be able to wear two sneakers.  This week is already looking better, now if only the snow would stop falling.