Cycling... or not

The bike made its outdoor debut on Monday. I took it up Roger Canyon Road north and east of town, giving it a climb I wasn't aware was that steep. It was the one day out of about 20 that the wind blew out of the east; normally it prevails from the west off the Snowy Range, picking up speed on the 32 miles of savannah between a wide spot in the road called Centennial and Laramie.

But I'll brave that another day. Point is, it's May and I've had my bike outside twice. Twice. Granted, some of that had to do with my hopeless run focus, but the weather has kept me on the trainer in front of endless Ironman videos for much of what's passed for spring. The bike-focused Ironman training will either come as a huge shock to my system or it'll be a welcome change from the pounding of marathon training.

Perhaps both.