Smooth

Smooth was what my legs felt like after I shaved them for the inaugural training race that was supposed to take place last Saturday.

Grating was the sound of the plow clearing the road in front of our house at 4:30am. No racing Saturday-cancelled!

Numbing was the sound of my trainer while I sat on it gutting out another weekend of epic workouts staring at the washing machine in the basement.

Soggy is what happened to my chamois as I sweated through some tough intervals and the annoying drips down into my socks.

Clear were my intentions to not let the snow and cold get me down.

Eager I am to test out a full winter on the trainer against the ravages of the frost heaved roads and trails.

On another note, we have wildlife in middle earth. We have a resident deer who we have donned the name “Floppy Paw.” If you are from southern California and have seen the commercials for the San Diego Zoo you will recognize the zebra taunting the lions with his “floppy paw.” Anyhow, the deer has a rear leg that just is not right and drags it all over the place eating our shrubs.