One thing I learned at home though, is just how terrifying riding on a city street can be. Something as small as a honda civic suddenly sounds like a bicycle crushing semi truck barreling down on you and I found myself cringing in fear from cars I usually scoff at when in my truck. City riding will take some getting used to. Unfortunately I am stuck on the spinners at the Fitness Center until I get home for Christmas break when I will be able to take my bike back to school with me.
On a completely unrelated note, I ran in my second Turkey Trot, a five mile run that my father loves the register the family for, on Thanksgiving day, and speaking of thankfulness, I would be thankful for a tube of Icy Hot right now. It has been since April last time I ran more than a mile or so and it shows. Apparently you use different muscles when training for cycling, because the 100 or so miles I have ridden in the past couple weeks did me no good and this year my dad walked away with the win. Its ok, last time I wiped the floor with him (finishing nearly a mile ahead of him) and then the Texas longhorns promptly choked against the Aggies as I watched in horror from the stands, but not so this year. So yes, I take full credit for the Longhorns' 49-9 destruction of the Aggies and will gladly concede any future footraces to my old man (as long as we arent on bikes).
Till next time...