Friday, July 29, 2005

Le Post-Tour Depression

When you break up with someone, it's not so bad until you go somewhere or do something you used to do together. Then it hits.

Over the past few weeks my indoor trainer rides had been accompanied by OLN. I'd turn on the close captioning, stash the remote, and begin riding in a Tour time trial, peloton, breakaway, or chase group. My nutrition came from the window sill instead of the team car.

Without the Tour, my legs are uninspired, my position is non-aero, and my focus is lacking. I'm in a funk. And, Tom Cruise, vitamins and exercise aren't helping. I must have been with Matt Lauer while the rest of the world was studying the history of psychology with you.

Notice to all Activeness! readers who ride indoor trainers: These are not suitable Tour replacements: 1) Gastineau Girls; 2) E! True Hollywood Story (Christina Aguilera); 3) Survivor re-runs; 4) Professional bull riding; 5) Professional wrestling.

The Weather Channel helps. Sprint when you see green (rain) on the radar, climb in a big gear when you see red (hurricane, tornado), get down in the aerobars during local "on the 8" reports, and recover during airport delays, the allergy forecast, and commercials.

I know things will get better. It just takes time.