This has never been a topical blog, unless you consider my teenage misadventures and sexual frustration to be topical. Today will be no different. The interweb is abuzz with the news of global events so I will type away over here in my little corner, and not even try to connect this post to current events.
Yesterday was the “Ironcrotch” bicycle ride that I mentioned a few weeks back. I had signed up to give myself a reason to get out and get into shape this past month. Well, between the weather and some health issues, I never really did get the miles in I had hoped to. All last week I had been watching the weather forecast, as the weather people adjusted the temperature down each day. 60 degrees. 55 degrees. 50 degrees. 48 degrees.
Yesterday morning the temperature was 34 degrees at the start. The wind was gusting to 30 mph. Under low, scudding, gray clouds we set off trying to ride hard enough to get warm, but slow enough to make it the full 60 miles.
We stopped at the halfway point in Osceola to thaw out at a coffee shop, before turning into the wind for the ride back.
During the 5 hours we were out on the road the temperature soared to 36 degrees. Hats off to the organizers for keeping us fueled with plenty of cookies, brownies, and bananas at the rest stops they set up along the route.
The last six miles, up hill, and into the headwind were a killer. It wasn’t pretty, but I kept turning the pedals knowing that a warm car was waiting for me. After 5 hours, we made it!
Our reward? A cold beer, in a warm bar.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to refill my coffee cup.