What I came back to was quite a surprise, with temps nearing what I experienced in Napa. What?! How could this be? It's March in Wisconsin and I'm wearing shorts and a t-shirt? The sun is kissing my blinding white limbs? I refused to question it for more than a second out of fear I had some terrible power to jinx it.
|Spring riding at its finest|
And so here I find myself in the same conundrum I have found myself each spring for the past 31 years. Do I pull in the reigns and train/ride a bit more thoughtfully or do I allow myself to act like a bat out of hell and ride anytime I wish? Do I ignore the lethargy in my legs the day after a long, hilly ride and keep going or do I act logically and take a rest day? Like the consistency of the sun rising, these are the questions I wake to each day--and then I think of the Huxley quote: "Consistency is contrary to nature, contrary to life. The only completely constant people are the dead." How I usually bend this quote in my head is by telling myself I'll do hills one day and ride the flats the next. Happy spring everyone! Looking forward to seeing you all out there with bare limbs!