THE STING OF SPRING

It's finally spring.
  Bluebirds and robins should be chirping from their roosts upon budding trees. Flowers should be sprouting up from the ground and I should be outside riding in nothing but cycling shorts and a jersey. 
But here in Pittsburgh the sounds of robins and bluebirds are absent, the tree branches look like dry twigs for kindling, and any flower that had the misfortune to sprout is now deader than latin.
Old man winter has refused to relinquish his grasp upon this fair city. And I, as tri-season begins to start up, am feeling particularly antsy. I need to be outside on the road.
 This last week I poured out nearly 210 miles worth of sweat over my pedals. Unfortunately well over half of that was done indoors. Riding on a stationary bike is just plain torture for the soul. Yesterday I had to quit halfway through my workout because I was so disgusted with the thought of spending another 45 minutes spinning the bike to nowhere. But the cold has been unbearable. I have to put the hood up on my wintercoat coat to walk the 30 feet from my car to the office(keep in mind the lack of hair).
I may be weak-minded, but how I dream that my ancestors had settled in say South Florida instead of Western Pennsylvania.
I have about one hundred fifty miles on my flash-points right now and they seem to be holding up fine. No nicks or noticible scratches. I am currently running them with GP4000's around 100psi and have been flat free. (Knock on wood-or perhaps carbon fiber) One positive is that I am going to use this week of cold weather as an excuse to take my tri bike in for a tune-up. During that time I hope to get their input of the flash-points from a design perspective.
The ten day forecast: COLD COLD COLD!
So for the forseeable future I'm stuck running (leg has healed) and cycling indoors, while waiting for the weather to match up to the calendar. Race season is coming.. I hope I'm ready.