Eerily Quiet
This morning was... odd.
First, the weather. It's 54 degrees out there. Granted, today the forecast calls for rain and looking to the west, I think that they're going to be right. But, be that as it may, 54 is much warmer than what we've been seeing lately.
Second, it was quiet, too quiet. Normally there is quite a bit of traffic on the roads--everyone seems to go to work at the same time, right? Not today. It was so quiet in fact that I thought it might be Sunday and my schedule was off by one day. Man, I'd hate to think that I got up early and rode into work when I didn't need to... wait, let me rephrase that... I'd hate to think that I stopped in at work on a day I didn't need to and and didn't just keep on riding, since I was up.
Finally, even though I rode hills today, they didn't hurt like they have been. Frankly I think that E. was taking it easy on me, but nevertheless, it felt good. Maybe increasing the regularity of riding the hillier route is helping. Maybe the stars were aligned, everyone overslept and there was a warm mass ahead of a vicious storm that made everything just right. And that's fine with me.
Since this morning was so good, I'm going to push my luck and make one request to the weather gods: I don't mind the rain during the day--heck, I'm stuck inside at work anyway--but can I please have a nice tail wind on the way home? That would make today's oddities complete.
1 comments:
a. My explaination for the "quietness" of the morning: The whole commute seems quieter when you get off the pavement, even if it's just a 1/2 mile of gravel and trail. Not to mention the aura St. Martin the Merciful's Russion golden dome, which you'll have to catch next time after missing him this morning. Might you be converted to making Wild Rose/Cameillia part of the normal fare?
b. No, I wasn't taking it easy on you....T. was taking it easy on us by not showing up and triggering that whole uncontrollable ego thing in me....
If you can pretend it's not a fight, to keep T.'s light in sight...then you'll be a man, my son.
But whatever the cause, you are correct. It was an excellent commute in.
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