Earlier this week my hands were so cold I could barely feel my fingers. The wind made everything feel one hell of a lot colder than the prevailing temperature, and as I coasted downhill things felt far colder still. I couldn’t find the ear wraps I use in cold weather, so the tops of my ears hurt like an S.O.B. The wind nipped at my cheeks. Even my eyeballs hurt.
Thanksgiving Day, and my annual ride was … well…short.
And then yesterday rolled around.
Nearly sixty degrees, warm winds coming up out of the south, sunny and warm – hot even, as I pedaled along, feeling really strong after days of short rides and worse yet, several evenings of indoor boredom atop the trainer. Today was even warmer, and cycling along a straight shot of rolling hills I almost immediately shed outer layers and peeled down to shorts and a light wool jersey. I raced a slow moving train for a mile or two (and lost.) It felt great and I found myself pedaling nearly the entire route, seldom pausing to allow the freewheel to spin: this spring-like day my legs were resilient and I was not even thinking about coasting.
And tomorrow? Well, tomorrow we’re back to winter once again.
Missouri weather sure is weird.