I've got an itch!

I have been locked up for three months now, my hands hurt, legs weak, back tight, and feels as though I have poison oak all over my body. I wake each morning hoping for relief only to find the itch and the pain has gotten worse. I move, I work, I dream of trails and an endless summer. The hope of a warm spring, fast melting snow, a ride in the evening of a longer day, these are the thoughts that begin each morning. Cabin fever will not keep us, we will see a spring of sun, daylight, bikes, trails, and the satisfaction of scratching that itch.