Hello and greetings from my athletic imprisonment in the basement of my home. As of late, temperatures have plummeted the point where my hands and toes would surely turn to glass and shatter within their neoprene casings if I were to venture outdoors for the briefest of forays into Northern New Jersey. This means that I have retreated to my subterranean cyclo-bunker in order to incubate my mightiness for the coming year’s pretend bike racing season. The situation is not ideal.

Like any detainee, I am trying to make the best of my situation. I am afforded a small television that I can watch recorded programs on, but I am rapidly working my way through the backlog of archived Bravo content. I can sometimes supplement my entertainment options with a smuggled iPad, but access can be sporadic. Oftentimes, I am reduced to (shudder) live midday programming. These are among the darkest of my days in the bunker.

On a brighter note, my toiling is coming along well. I am now about to withstand upwards of 90 minutes of voluntary forced exertion at a time. I am optimistic that these efforts along with good dietary behavior will strengthen my mightiness upon my release back into the world. I am cautiously optimistic.

I am very much looking forward to the date of my release. I long to feel the sunshine upon my knees again. I know in my heart that if I apply myself, I will be a better pretend bike racer when I am finally able to return to the outside world. It’s these thoughts that get me through my time in the basement. I will stay strong.

Roman’s Beer Corner

We are occasionally allowed non-spirit based intoxicants here, and Roman send me recommendations to make of the commissary. This week’s recommendation is Great Divide’s Yeti Imperial Stout, with a near spirit 9.5% alcohol percentage, which really helps to make the days in the bunker go faster.