My ruined trainer tire
I suffered a blowout while spinning this afternoon
As usual, my Sunday evening in the office notwithstanding, this was a great weekend, which confirmed something I already knew: I am so ready for spring, and I think spring is nearly ready for us -- it's in the air.
Even as snow flakes intermingled with with rain on Friday evening, temperatures were well above freezing, and, dare I say, it was almost comfortable out. On Friday, there was a spring scent on the air, the smell you get when rain hits a thawing ground, long frozen solid. The mixing and rising temperatures release dormant cells from their winter suspension, leaving them to begin the seasonal transition, signaled to the world by a loamy smells of earth wafting up into the air. It all hits your nose, even as the still-crisp air stings your lung -- as much as it's a smell, it's a feeling of spring.
I caught a whiff again tonight on my way home from work, and breathed in deep.
The first ride of the season, on an afternoon where, for the first time, it's warm enough to head out in just bibs and a short sleeve jersey always feels like slipping into a warm bath, as spring air rushes through your hair, under your jersey and across shaved thighs. It's a feeling I relish, and look forward to all winter. The smells of spring that I caught this weekend mean that it won't be too long before I can put away my trainer and rollers and the other accoutrement of indoor training once and for all, and I can't wait.
Apparently, my equipment can't wait either. Earlier today, while I was saddled up for a 3-hour torture session in the living room, my trainer tire, mounted to my trainer wheel (an old Mavic Open Pro that has an inch-long crack in the braking surface the renders it unfit for use outside), gave out on me.
I've heard of people getting flat tires on trainers, but this tire exploded with a report that nearly sent me out of my skin, and probably woke the downstairs neighbors from their mid-afternoon slumber. (I have no idea if my neighbors regularly sleep in the afternoon, but it made a nice sentence.) Worse still, I had come home to discover the trainer wheel was flat, and changed the tube only minutes prior to the blow out.
That I've lost two tubes to the trainer in one day is a clear indication to me that it must be time to take my riding where it belongs -- outside. It was certainly warm enough later today, unfortunately I was needed at work. Such is my life, and so it goes.
I'm now less than a week from my first race of the season, and will be heading down to the city on Saturday to race in the New York City Spring Series on Sunday morning. I've felt pretty good on the few group rides that I've been on, and I've stuck to Scott's program hoping for the best. I guess we'll see how I'm doing this weekend. For now, though, it's off to bed, where I'll continue to pine for spring in my dreams.
Unfortunately, it seems that my land lady did get the memo that spring is here, and has responded early by turning off the heat a little ahead of schedule. It may be March, but I can still see my breath in here.