I began my training today. 5 miles on a stationary bike at the RPAC.
I was very humbled. My butt hurt, my legs were tired, and I was tired of reading the magazines I brought.
In my defense, I was lacking sleep. Caroline was here this weekend and my lifestyle changed from poor, dull graduate student who studies and maybe goes out for a drink once a week...er...maybe every two or three weeks to urbanite who went out two nights in a row. And drank. And danced. And (one night) tried to look the part.
The good thing about my butt aching and my legs being tired is that I realized that I will need to start training.
Also, can I just express that the bikes at the RPACS have personal fans built into the bike. Dad, do you think we could build those into our road bikes? :) Or maybe that's a little something called wind.
Doh.