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.
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