One Way Ticket To Trainerville

I'm a little girl and stayed inside today. It was raining and I just didn't want to do it, blah, blah, blah. I wish I could go on and on waxing all masculine about how riding the trainer puts hair on your chest and makes men from boys, but the truth is, it just makes me want to watch The Sisterhood Of The Traveling Pants and have a nice cry. This part of riding is the stuff they hide in the fine print when you sign on to train as a cyclist. Big mountain views from the Alps grace the cover and the pages are filled with lushes descriptions of Utah single track on sunny days; but in there, on the back page in size two font, is the paragraph about having to sit alone on your trainer for 3 hours every month through the winter. I can't believe I fell for it! How can you pass up scenery like this!I swear to god I saw that bear blink a few times. Stop looking at me, swan. (<-name that movie) I'm going to have to start wearing my helmet on the trainer. I'm tall, but this is getting to be ri-god-damn-diculous. Heaven forbid I try to stand up indoors! I'm getting fed up with this winter stuff. Can we just start racing already? Enough is enough- I'm moving to the equator.