Although January felt like it was only a week long, during January it seemed like Spring, and all that comes with it, would never come. Suddenly February was underway before we knew what was happening. Now the realization that even though winter is far from over, and with the apparent concurrence of a Pennsylvanian Groundhog; change is on the horizon.
The spike in New Year’s Resolution gym attendance has subsided. Football is done and dusted. We have once again figured out how to dress for the cold so we are comfortable. The days of leaving for work in the dark and getting home in the dark are behind us.
There is talk of baseball and plans for spring and summer are beginning to take shape. I have thousands of kilometers to ride before our trip to the Dolomites, but my saddle time in December and January has given me a head start.
There is still much to enjoy about winter. The frost in the trees and the brightness at night when the moonlight is on the snow is magic. Fat bikes, skiing and the crunch of snow under your boots is thrilling in part because it is fleeting.
Spring isn’t so close that winter activities feel rushed. Rather, it is like when you are finishing a good meal and you know your favorite desert will follow.
After more than a year of battling a wrist injury, Hottie is on the mend and I looking forward to riding on the trails in spring.