I’m all snowed in again, and happily planted on the couch with my swim, bike, run porn.

I’ve squirreled away a small pile of triathlon, bike, cyclocross magazines, never read. Bring on the snow. Barricade my doors with snow drifts. I’m done shoveling and I’ve got a warm loaf of banana bread to keep me company.

I’m pretty sure I’ll be faster and stronger by days end. It’s basically the same thing as actually training, right?