I'm hungry. Always so hungry.

Last week I started winter training in earnest -- one-legged drills, spinning drills (I'm better at both than I was last year. Nice to see progress) -- and lots and lots of endurance paced riding. I've been resisting riding the trainer as much as possible, so Saturday I did the team ride despite the extravagantly falling snow. Another xXxer and I rode our cross bikes up to Highland Park and back. It was surprisingly do-able and really fun. The knobby cross tires have little problem with snow-covered roads. Love that bike.

Sunday, I attempted the Lakefront Path. I rode down to Navy Pier on the streets to avoid the whole Oak Street Beach disaster, hopped on the trail at the bridge, but within 1000 feet realized it was a no-go. It hadn't been plowed, but it had been well-used by joggers and was surprisingly treacherous -- especially considering how rideable the roads were on Saturday. I turned around and finished my ride on the dirty, dirty streets.

And now I'm on a rest week. I'm fighting a bug, so the extra sleep is needed. I just wish I weren't always so ravenous.