It started slowly at first. A few flakes here, a few flakes there.
As they start to come down with regular frequency, I snuggled deeper
into bed, pulling the blanket up to my chin. My hand would creep out
from this warm cocoon to turn the page every 60 seconds or so.
Makiah heard me rustle, attempted to get me out of bed to feed her.
This is our morning ritual. She starts pawing the side of the bed at
6am, like a child crying in the morning for comfort. Thankfully she’s a
dog and sort of listens when I tell her to go lie down. I turn on my
iPad and start reading – blog posts, random entries from strangers and
friends, morning news. When I tire of short entries, I turn on my kindle
and start turning pages. Every half hour Makiah gets up and scratches
at the side of the bed, ever hopeful that I’ll get up right then and
But not this morning. Like the snow, I’m starting slowly at first.
For with the snow comes riding the trainer. And today’s scheduled 3
hour can be put off until I’m good and ready. More like good and
motivated. Trainer rides. A sure sign winter is here. A true test of
dedication, determination and stamina. I used to be able to count on two
hands the number of trainer rides I did in Seattle in the past 7 years.
Regardless of how wet or cold it was outside, I’d always gear up. I’d
always brave the inclement weather, always be the lone wolf out hunting
watts and heart rate zones. Unless of course it was icy.
Since I prefer keeping my fingers and toes, I happily opt to ride the
trainer, despite its boring nature. Three hour endurance rides. Those
are barely fun when you have to do them outside, let alone perched in
one spot, strapped down to a torture device. But my affliction is
slightly different this year – Benjamin set up a Tacx system for me.
Similar to a CompuTrainer, it simulates real riding. I’ve already logged
time on the Amstel Gold race course, San Sebastian and Milan-San Remo.
And it makes 3 hours of endurance riding possible. Dare I say I’m
starting to enjoy them?
The snow is starting to fall faster, whitening out views of Pikes
Peak and Red Mountain. I make a mental note to make some butternut
squash soup. Maybe I should go grab some boxes out of storage to start
packing. Maybe I’ll have my biggest day of writing yet – nailing down
three chapters in one day. How many chores can I do before I succumb to
my inevitable three hour crucifixion?
And then I pull out a mantra from memory: A champion is made a day at a time.