This is all a bit new to me. It doesn't really feel right...yet. Coming home, going upstairs changing into what I think are appropriate clothes, coming back downstairs to the front room, attaching my heart monitor, stepping into my shoes and start pedalling. It feels all a bit forced and experimental, indeed like I'm conducting an experiment on myself. Why? And then I'm not sure Eggheads is really the best motivator to getting my tempo up, but how else am I supposed to do this? And then when I'm done, back upstairs and what only moments ago were fresh clean clothes are now tossed into the laundry, sodden but with no story or adventure to tell. Perhaps this is what it's like having a home gym. It feels more like I no longer have a front room. I do have chaffing, though!
