Snow. Boston. Winter. Bicycle? Hmmm, here’s the deal, I am weather wimp. I’m trying not to be, but while I justified a “winter bike”, last week I rode it once. This activity level will not counterbalance the new “healthy” pop-tarts I’ve been hearing about, let alone my new infatuation with Andrew’s Jewish Deli moist poppy seed hammentash.

Once again, I am in my fat pants and am resorting to old-fashioned paper for my training plan. The journal looks like this:

I lifted the idea from my friend Michelle’s electronic triathlon training log and did a mash-up with my old binary Franklinesque log and what I’ve been looking at in Joe Friel’s books. I’ve always struggled to get an adequate sense of training when so many of the things I like to do aren’t on the bike. I think it will get me into the spring when I can start keeping a daily ride and photo log again which actually seemed to work by combining the documentary impulse with Lycra. Unfortunately, the photos from my recently purchased bike trainer are boring. Download here if you think you can use it.

In very interesting cross-training developments, I just picked up a pair of hockey skates and am planning on checking out the rinks of Boston, starting tomorrow at Cleveland Circle. Vic is also bringing home a giant inflatable ball to do something about a muscle group I know little about called “abs”. The mind wanders…

Snow. Boston. Winter. Donuts. Something not quite like that.