When the season brings warm breezes, the sweet scents of summer filling the world around us, I am so in love with you. You are my loyal companion, always ready for me, my lover made just for me. You are mine. I enjoy every moment, our rhythm a part of my dreams. I long for you.
I hate you. You are a demon of torture. How dare you invade my house, force me to look at you, your taunts a living hell.
Ride me, you fat pig. Ohhhhh baby. You know you need me.
Why does this happen every winter?
(Yes, it is indoor training time. I hate riding the bike treadmill. Despise it. BUT this year I got a bonus. Mir not only suggested that I put the bike in our dining room when I lamented I had no place inside to keep it, she helped me move the table and chairs. Guess I have no excuse. I wrote this blog in my bib bike shorts, by the way.)