It wasn’t much, of course. It’s freaking cold outside!l, baby! But still, 65 miles in three days is nothing to spit at when we’re normally buried in snow.
I’d have been at almost 80 but the truth is I bowed out early when Brad decided to cut about 13 miles out of our 40 miler. I went with him rather than risk aggravating my cold…
Now that I’m home and showered (and napped) up, I’m a little bummed that I didn’t stick it out but it would not be wise for me to dwell too long there though – I am getting over a cold after all and I know it was the right thing to do. Another 13 miles would have worn me out to a point I wouldn’t have been able to enjoy bowling tonight and might even have gotten sicker now that I’m starting to feel better.
Thank God for our abnormal lack of snow so far this year!
Oh, I should add for those who don’t know… Last year I wouldn’t ride a bike outside unless it was warmer than 40 degrees (F). It turns out, I can handle much colder weather than I thought, comfortably. The cold is not so bad when I dress for it. Technically this post probably, in hindsight, been entitled: My best December (outdoor) week on a bike, Evah. I’ve always ridden on the trainer through the winter but never this much outside.
I did not get expensive presents this year – I got something much more special, I received gifts that were tailored to me, to who I am and what I like… It’s as if everyone understood me this year, and for that, I am exceedingly grateful.
I’m really quite stuck as to my favorite.
In the useful category, because my wife has one of those water warmers for tea that can make perfect, piping hot water in minutes, my French Coffee Press has been wonderful! As a coffeephile, I have enjoyed some of the best coffee I’ve tasted, ever, this weekend. I love my French coffee press (thanks Josie).
In the “my eleven year-old daughter truly gets her dad” category, and probably the gift that makes me feel the most “special”, Bella got me a Hamilton Beach breakfast sammich maker… The way I understood it, my wife and daughters were at Bed Bath and Beyond and Bella points it out to my wife and says, “we should get this for daddy”. A week later, shopping with my wife for my sister-in-law and I saw that very same display… I pointed out the same sammich maker to my wife and said something to the affect of, that’s the coolest thing ever. It was already tucked in the closet waiting to be wrapped. [ed. I misunderstood how this really went down… My wife was out shopping, she saw the sammich maker and called my daughter for her opinion. She told Mrs. Bgddy that she loved it and that she should buy it.]
Then my wife bought me the coat I’d wanted and also picked up a chain for my dog tags – one an AA circle and triangle and the second says “It is what it is” – one of my favorite refrains (my old chain had busted a year or two ago).
I had no expectations this Christmas. I was too focused on giving to worry about what I wanted… I ended up getting the best gift of all: My wife and daughters showed that they really “get” me. Coolest Christmas ever.