Given the weather I opted to spend some quality time in front of the TV this evening riding the rollers. Given that yesterday was a total blowout weather wise, I did the same. Yesterday's ride was much more aggressive, much more deliberate and much more intense, which coincided with the dramatic wind and rain we saw. Today was a simple, dreary Monday. I compounded the mood with a trip to the back, back, way back of the bike clothing drawer. The ensemble certainly made a statement, if nothing else.
It's hard to look tough in a Cookie Monster jersey that is two sizes too big for you (Cathy clearly thought I was more man than I actually am), while wearing Smurf blue shorts and bright red knee warmers with flaming purple arm warmers. I think I pulled it off though. You can't argue with those guns baby. I wonder what the UPS guy thought when I answered the door in this getup all soaking in sweat? No, I probably don't really want to know. I can only hope he made the connection to me being a cycling dork. The shot is from after my ride so any "moisture" visible really is sweat, which is proof that I was working hard and wasn't just screwing off watching TV.