Boy, what a difference 13 hours makes! Last night I really enjoyed the ride home. The temperature was in the mid-50′s, with a lot of humidity in the air. The streets were still wet from the afternoon rain, with low hanging clouds looking like they could drop more at any time. All the moisture and dampness out there acted to muffle most of the traffic noise, making for a nice, peaceful ride home. It even seemed like there wasn’t as much traffic as normal.
By this morning, however, most of that had changed. When we went out to run at 5:15, I immediately noticed a strong wind from the northwest. My phone app indicated it was blowing at 15 mph, but I swear it was quite a bit more than that. Coupled with a temperature of 28, it felt good to be finished with the run and back indoors, if only for a few minutes.
Once on the bike and headed to work, it was hard not to grumble. The wind was at exactly the right direction to make my entire journey to the office harder than it should have been. I almost wore my balaclava this morning, but opted for my gator at the last moment instead. That wasn’t the best decision, as my forehead got pretty cold very quickly.
By the time I got to the intersection of Fremont and Chestnut, I was pretty much just enduring until I got to the office. Some mornings are just like that….they can’t be helped. As I was waiting for the light, a gray Infiniti G37 pulled up beside me. It’s driver rolled down his window, gave me a thumbs up, and said, “Keep it up, man!” I replied my thanks as he drove away and realized that he had brightened my day considerably with his words of cheer!
Keep it up, man!
God bless…
TW





