It was supposed to be raining yesterday afternoon and I was supposed to have a day off. Mostly sunny, 85 degrees.
I have this thing; I can’t take a sunny day off. It is what it is. I spend all winter cooped up, there’s simply no way I can look at a sunny, mid ’80’s day and say, “Nah, I’ll couch it and watch the baseball game.” Not after three months of snow, ice and bike riding in freezing temperatures and riding on the modern equivalent of a hamster wheel.
So I suited up, prepped my bike and geared up.
30 mph wind gusts. The first mile was slow but fine. The second, well look at the trees and flag. I almost was blown to a stop, then off the road so I turned around and headed home. There’s a difference between dedicated and stupid, and I do know where that line is drawn, even if I try to dance on it.
So I was three slow miles from an actual day off. I’ll call that good enough for government work.