What is this large, bulbous protrusion just below my chest?
In the DC Metro area, we are still bearing witness to the aftermath of our first winter storm, which brought 2+ feet of snow down upon our unprepared lands. I'll admit that I did join many of the mass in ransacking the local grocery store for bread, milk, hot chocolate, and candy. It was a shit show and some jerk wouldn't leggo my Eggo so I laid the smackdown upon him. This was all before Christmas and there's still piles of snow-turned-ice on the sides of roads and driveways. It's all coated in that sickly gray mixture of sand, salt, and exhaust fumes that make you wonder how you could have ever seen a childhood winter wonderland at all in the craptastic muck.
Which brings me back to the round bump below my chest. As it turns out, that would be my big, fat belly. While I probably still won't be picked for The Bigger Loser, I did gain a few lbs over the break. All those heavy meats and sweet treats took a devastating toll on my waistline and my ability to stay awake after eating them. All that time food-napping meant that something had to give and with the weather being as crappy and frigid as it has been, my motivation to ride bikes has been whittled down considerably. Losing whatever "fitness" I had during 'cross season, I have to start over again. On the rollers. God, I hate the rollers. But unlike last year, I will attack them with a steely diligence. I will be so disciplined in my winter riding this year that I will face and stare at a blank wall all winter and like it. No music. No movies. Just a wall. Maybe I'll put a poster up. I was thinking of getting one of a plain red brick wall or maybe a section of the Berlin wall that doesn't have too much graffiti on it.
Actually, wait. This sounds a lot like a New Year's resolution. And writing this blog post has the familiarity of desperate procrastination. I think the top button of my uncomfortably tight pants just shot off and punctured a hole in my tire. Great. Just what I need; another thing keeping me from the wonderful world of roller riding. That and my worthless jelly legs.
