Last Weds, as the snow was coming down, I grabbed my bike and stuck it in the basement before I had to catch a flight. I was home for less than 40 hours, and did squeeze in a little time on my rowing machine before seeing friends Saturday night. As I was packing my bag again today, I saw my bike in the basement.
When I'm back on Tuesday, I'll set up the bike trainer.
I have been eyeing up a new bike that I could ride in the snow: one of those ridiculously wonderful fat bikes. It would convert into a mountain bike, which seems to make the outlay of cash more justifiable.
Between that, snowshoes, ice skates, skis, a rowing machine, and my bike trainer, I theoretically can get back in shape - sort of - this winter. My work travels will be subsiding, which will be a big help.I got to skate with these cuties over Thanksgiving. If I could see them monthly, I would be one happy auntie.
It was a chilly walk home from the Jeff Tweedy show tonight in Seattle. I told the person I was with about my assorted "biking and coming across Jeff Tweedy" dreams. We'll see what weird dreams tonight will bring. The other night David Bowie made an appearance in a work dream.
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