Calculating all the road ride numbers I keep track of in my fitness journal doesn't really apply when I ride my trainer. I HATE my trainer. It lives in my basement with the mice and the walls that are caving in. I have it set up with my ancient Trek 700 that no longer sees the light of day because it weighs a ton. I ride my trainer because it allows me to resume a decent level of cycling when spring returns. I procrastinate on the days I ride the thing. I finally make myself get on and put my feet on the pedals. Once I start, I will not stop even if I forgot to set up the fan so I don't burn up. 40 minutes of "MY LEGS ARE ON FIRE!" and then I climb off with pride because I know 100 women my age are sitting on their butts shoving food in their face. I am disciplined. So, I face another winter with this hated torture device. But, I'm not the only one out there. Get that heart rate up so you know you're alive. One day at a time.