Saturday, February 28, 2015

The commute home yesterday was intense.  I didn't realize it was going to snow yesterday evening but, when I got to my bike, it was covered in snow.  In addition, my front wheel had a flat tire.  I pumped up the tire and decided to make a go of it anyway.  For some reason, the tire remained inflated all the way home, but, this morning, when I checked, it was flat again.  The snow and wind got worse as I moved up the mountain.  I decided to take the road because I felt that the trails would be largely impassible.  A few cars stopped and asked if I needed a ride.  I appreciated their concern, but, even if I wanted a ride, what could I have done with my bike?  Just ditched it to the side of the road?  Another lady stopped in her car and told me that I was amazing for riding in the storm.  My feet were quite cold, particularly my left foot.  It was stinging fairly badly.  I just kept thinking to myself - this will soon be over and I'll be enjoying a warm bath at home.  When I reached the top of the mountain, I felt a great sense of accomplishment - one of the main reasons I love cycling - the feeling you get when you complete a difficult ride.  I jumped in a hot bath but my left foot continued to sting for about five minutes.  Gradually it dethawed.  I've never had frost-bite before, but I doubt you could get it from an hour ride in a snow-storm.  Nice ride!!


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