Wednesday, February 8, 2012

It doesn't get any better then this...

It's different now, then what I've been forever used to as more then a full time blue collar worker since 1971. I'm not getting up and going to work every morning, being off work recovering from shoulder surgery. Week days and weekends don't differentiate much from each other, days just seem to run together now. I find myself falling into the same pattern that repeats itself every 24 hours.

Waking up when the sun comes up I suspect was once Neanderthal's natural pattern before alarm clocks existed and seems I am now following this pattern when my alarm clock isn't necessary.

After coffee, letting the dog out and back in again, some computer nothingness I soon find myself warming up in my dungeon basement on my indoor bicycle trainer.

If cycling only existed on indoor trainers, all cycling would soon come to an end for me. Guarantees of a longer, healthier life would not offer enough rewards to be pedaling in my basement going nowhere. I do this only because I suspect by the end of next week my doctor will release me to go back to work, and when I walk out of his office my legs will be more then ready to take me places rotating pedals on a FatTire bike on a snow covered trail in North East Iowa.

My heart rate monitor hits 130 beats per minute, telling me I am adequately warmed up and ready to begin my daily 90 minute self inflicted hurt. 90 minutes is all I can tolerate, it is my self agreement I made with myself that I need to accomplish daily.

10 minutes, 20 minutes,30 minutes, and a million thoughts now become one hour. 30 minutes left and I push harder to keep my heart rate up to the required commitment.
I am finishing now, 90 minutes is up, I am crossing the 'finish line' I beat everybody, every compromise, every excuse not to do this.

The rest of the day is spent watching Judge Judy, the local news, and other TV shows. Reading some body’s else’s thoughts on their blog and my mediocrity. I also daydream a lot and am thinking it won't be long and I will be spending the day riding snow mobile trails on a FatTire bicycle.



Joboo said...

Sir ~
Please don't say "trainer" again!!! That's like a swear to me, and it offends me deeply!!
Ha Ha Ha Ha
NOTE:::: To you who are easily offended, that was a joke!!

I'd ask the dr. to give me a couple extra weeks off!!! Lol
you never can be too careful!! ;)
That way ya get a week of pedaling in before hitting the grind again.


tainterturtles said...

I agree, trainers are nice, but it gets old really, really fast. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for you that the doctor will say "GO."

I'm sure your winter gear is ready to go as well.

Loved your finish-line photo. Are you sure that's water in your water bottle? HA!

Steph said...

90 minutes on a trainer?? oh man...
That's brutal.

Hope you get to go out and really play, soon :)

Harry Legge's Cycling Blog said...

Trainers suck! That doin' nothin' is pretty painful too. You're a tough man. It'll pay off, I'm sure of it.