Ride monkey, ride. That's what I do. That's the nightmare called the bicycle trainer. Tedious, thankless, and sad. There's no lonelier time on a bike than there is on a trainer. Keep your cadence, stay focused, watch a little T.V., feel the burn.
B.S. is what it is.
Don't get me wrong, the theory of staying in shape over the winter months is grand. Especially, the potential to rise...GLORIOUS CONQUEST on the the High Bridge. Appealing, maybe.
It is not...when your son tells you, "Hey dad, is that a muffin top?" "Kick it into gear Old Man!"