Back on track sort of.
Per advice of one of my anonymous but loyal readers, I strapped the diapers back on, hiked up the big girl panties, quit my pathetic weeping and realized even though I suck ass at cross lately the self-hatin' and thoughts of throwing the bike into the pond behind my house ain't doing a damn thing to improve my VO2 ceiling. So back at 'em. Missed riding yesterday due to a hella schedule, would have missed it today but I buckled down and did 85% of the workout, knocking out an hour and 40 on the trainer, L2 grinding. L2 is wicked easy on the road, but on the trainer, you start to cook down after a while and lose power. Not so easy but I knocked it out anyhow. Probably going to ride a couple hours in the friggin rain tomorrow. That will undoubtedly suck too, but it's no time to qo squishy now, George.
Time to buckle down I guess, and get to fuckin' work. Not happy, but then hard work rarely is an occasion for celebration.