Yesterday I rode my bike to work for what could be the very last time without snow. It was snowing a bit when I walked from my car this morning. I'm not one for winter commuting but I hate that leg burn that comes in spring when you hit the road for the first time after months on a trainer, so my winter goal is to ride outside at least once a week. I don't care what anyone tells you. Trainer riding is not training. I would swear it doesn't even use the same muscles.
At this time of the year with it being cooler, I tend to slow down my commutes and just ride in whatever I'm wearing. No need to look like I'm off to a race. So yesterday I rode in my jeans. They have a bunch of new paths on my route. The entire length of Shirwin Road has a brand new path and, for now, it is smooth and uncracked. Even the curbside bike paths on Berry are not so bad, but keep your head up because those light standards they deek around sometimes come out of nowhere.
Its cold riding. And it gets light late and dark early so I linger at home and I can't linger at work. This isn't a problem. Lately I've been highly refining my work avoidance skills.
So I want the snow to come so I can try out my new skis but I'm dreading the trainer worse than ever this year.
Uhmmm, not bike in boxers perhaps?
So now he's bugging me about going down there all the time and I can't get anything done. Careful what you wish for eh? Yay..
And I've been daydreaming at work a bit too much. Staring out the window a little bit. I need a project. The picture at the top of the blog is the view out my 6th floor window to the grounds of the College below just so you can see what I'm looking at.
Nice view huh?