fighting the cold war

I really can't complain, it hasn't been that bad, not as bad as the last two years.  That doesn't mean that i feel great about winter.  i can't stand winter.  the gray skies, the cold...the COLD....that is what gets me most.

even with gear and layering and more wool than a flock of sheep, it still gets to me, and it brings me down.  not just when i'm on the bike, but all the time.

i went for a brief ride today, had to road ride because of the wet, even though it hasn't rained in two days.   i don't know how people who live in rainy places cope.   i would turn into Jack Nicholson from the Shining.   there was enough cold in the air to make it overall unpleasant.  it was a struggle.  so many people ride to train, and are always training, and love to push themselves and fight.  i ride for fun, because i love to ride.  i still ride in shitty weather, i ride no matter what, but i don't enjoy it as much as when the weather is nice.   no matter how many rule #9 rides i do, i don't feel like a badass and i don't feel like i accomplished anything afterward.

*that was cool, as i sit here, feet freezing, typing, i just got a text saying the dirt is awesome.   looks like tomorrow is gonna be a great, if not cold, day.

anyway,  every year i go through this.  i should just move to Phoenix so i'll be warm all the time. my consolation, the thing i have going for me..... I only have about two and a half weeks left, then i will be down in Arizona, soaking up sunshine and riding red dirt among the pink jeeps and overweight tourists smoking.   we are gonna have a kick ass time, as we always do.

all i have to remember is....it doesn't last too long.  when i get back, it will only be a few more weeks until it warms up and i am back to shorts and short sleeves.

then, in about 11 months, i'll do it again.