I can guarantee you that when I look back on 2017, this week will NOT be in my top ten. Since Sunday the week was spent indoors as rain, snow, and high winds swirled incessantly over Michigan like the tongue of a weather making cunning linguist.
That’s not to say SOME good didn’t happen.
Despite the winter-like weather, this was B’s spring break, and it was nice to have him around all week to hang out with now and again. Of course he spent a good portion of each day sleeping well into the afternoon, but such is life as a 13-year-old boy. However he did emerge now and again to eat and to work on his new skateboard.
Wifey was also off of work this week, so we got to spend more time together than we do during most work weeks. Which is good I guess, you would have to ask her to be certain. I think sometimes my silliness might get the best of her, especially when it’s raining and snowing outside and I’m going stir crazy. There may or may not have been too many dick jokes, and unwanted sexual advances.
Because my physical activities were limited to Dreadmill® runs, and lifting heavy things for no reason, and I found myself chilling out, drinking beer and playing video games nearly every evening, I did not do a weigh in this week. I figured no real good could come from it, the days ahead look to be nicer, and that means more miles and burnt calories; I might as well hold off until next week.
Robin hiding from the wind in a backyard pine.
I seriously don’t think I saw the sun since last Sunday, but I finally woke up Friday to see some sun and blue sky. Could it be that I’d actually get to ride my freaking bike???? Yes.
A ripple of pavement before me as I take enjoy a tailwind home.
The wind was going to be strong, and the temps were going to be crisp to say the least, so the ride was just going to be a Better Than The Trainer ride, but after four days without saddle time, I was was more than ready.
The water of Coldwater Lake was a tad choppy today.
I was actually shocked that the ride wasn’t worse. I mean usually when I’m out riding in winds gusting up to 25 MPH there is a good deal of bitching and moaning, but today I just put my head down and pedaled on. Maybe it was finally getting a chance to ride, or maybe it was the knowledge that the cycling community lost yet another legend this week, and every ride–good or bad–should be cherished.
Looking forward to the warmer days ahead, hopefully they will be filled with beer gut shedding miles.
Later.