Indulge me.
I'm going to write this post in blue, because, well, I feel blue... It has been so %@#&**#! cold, that I just haven't felt like setting foot outside, let alone get my butt on a bike. But today, it warmed up a bit. Enough for me to venture as far as my garage to see if anything useful was lurking in the freezer. And while I was poking around the garage, I happened to gaze upon my cross country skis.
It is a little known fact, that cross country skiing is my absolute favorite outdoor activity in the whole world. Yep. Even more favorite than, gulp, biking. Maybe it's because where I live it can be enjoyed so infrequently. Who knows? I love it!
In no time, I pulled on a pair of tights and a jacket and hat, and set about making some tracks in the woods. As my body was unused to this type of movement, it was a bit slow going at first. My feet cramped, my fingers froze, I kept getting out of breath, and losing my stride. Why did I ever think this would be fun? I pushed on, and came to the gentle descent that took me from the old railroad embankment down to the edge of the river and into the woods. Although I could hear the noise of cars from the interstate, the snow covered branches closed over my head and muffled the noise. The swoshing of the skis was like a soft presence over my shoulder. It became rhythmic, and comforting, and soon my mind began to wander. And as my skis and I glided through the fluffy snow, I noticed that my mood began to lift, and despite that grey sky, the world appeared more colorful.
And the river? Yes, where was the river? Just a few days ago is was flowing right through here...
Oh, here it is!
Let's take a closer look.
... closer... closer...
Oooops! That was too close!
Seriously. I'm still here. But I've managed to get myself out of my funk, and as long as I already have my tights on, maybe I'll take my bike for a little spin.
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