I miss the road….

I wish I could say that winter is half over but it is only mid-January and we have a long way to go before spring. I used to love our winters, the snow, the skiing. I was a real Canadian girl. Now that I cycle, all I want to do is ride. I am riding indoors, which is not the same, but is will have to do.  

Every Saturday morning my club has a multi-rider session.  Each rider is connected to a Computrainer that follows a section of an Ironman route. It is kinda cool…there are 14 riders, the room is dark and the music is loud – so loud in fact, that you feel like you are at a rock concert.   I could, however, still hear the hum of our wheels and that brings me back to the road every time.  Today, when I closed my eyes, I could almost feel the road underneath me.

So until the snow melts, I will just have to miss the wind, the sun, the rain, and even the hills. I will miss the laughs, the mid-ride coffee… I will miss my helmet, my gloves, my sun block, my friends…

I’m not missing the pick-up truck drivers that honk, or throw things at us.  I don’t miss the dogs that chase us, or the squirrels that scare the crap out of me when they dart across the road.  I don’t miss railroad tracks, potholes, cars, or waiting for lights to change.

I miss more than I don’t, so I will take a deep breath and tell myself to be patient…spring is coming!!!!