The Pie has spoken

The Boy, Fajita and I have survived two full days without the adult supervision of The Pie. We got a call from her late Wednesday night from the orphanage's SAT phone so we knew she made it there safely. Since then we've gotten a coupla emails here and there letting us know what she's up to. She sent along this photo of her and one of the eight babies she's assigned to work with.

I know what you're thinking.... "Man, are there any trails there?"

So the new schedule for the day has me waking up later than normal. Instead of heading into work at 7:40am (earlier if I was "training" like I should be) I'm dropping the Fajita off at school at 8:50am and then doing a five mile time trial to work to be there soon enough to take credit for being there for a 9:00am pickup. The work day goes like normal, but when I get off instead of coming home to a fully prepared meal I come home to ingredients and a cold stove. Then it's cook, eat, check homework, bath time for the smallest person in the family, a little time for goofing off, read a book, tuck, and chamois up for some stationary trainer time. After I cool off a little, I grab a better than average beer from the fridge, take a shower, and unwind. That's the new deal, and I have eight more business days to knock out that will be very similar.

I'm glad I borrowed the trainer from Will at Bolt Brothers. I'm pretty sure it's the only way I was going to get any extra saddle time in before the 6 Hours of Warrior Creek in early April. I'm only riding an hour a night with some kind of intervals thrown in to break up the monotony. I know doing intervals every night probably doesn't make sense, but I assure you they are hardly quality intervals in any way, shape, or form. This is more like mental training... I feel better knowing I'm doing something as opposed to nothing. Intervals also allow me the added anticipation for the respite that the ten minutes in between each period of pain provide.

Even though I arranged for some "me time" this weekend so I could get out in the real world and ride it would seem that Mother Nature does not feel I deserve it. Rain and wet trails are showing up in the crystal ball, so I'm gonna have to come up with some kinda plan. As I sit here I'm staring at the trainer in my living room, and it's staring back at me. I DO NOT want to spend ten days straight on the trainer, but I'm not gonna not do something. Perhaps there's some version of "the stranger" I can do where I sit Indian style (Native American style??) for an hour and then get on the rollers feeling like I'm training with someone else's legs....