Going to work was fun this morning. A strong wind blew me over to the restaurant and I arrived ten to fifteen minutes earlier than I expected to!
But what was a lovely tailwind coming into work became a raging headwind on the return trip home. (Funny how that works.) During the work day, I had a good idea of what I was in for on the ride home so I started mentally preparing myself.
“It might be tough, but it will be good for you. Build those muscles, kid!”
(I often call myself “kid” during internal dialogues.) Thinking back on some of my seemingly endless windy spring rides from last year, I hopped on my bike at the end of the day with some measure of dread. As a bike commuter, headwinds are to me what rush hour traffic is to a motorist. They guarantee a long commute home, the stronger and more persistent the wind is the more frustrating and impatient I can become to arrive home and “get stuff done”.
But I think winter biking has messed with my physiological makeup, somehow. No matter how hard the wind blew (36 mph with gusts nearing 50 mph) and how hard I had to fight against it, I could not find any shred of impatience or frustration to latch onto. I was fighting the wind physically but I didn’t need to battle it mentally. When there was an occasional crosswind, I found myself leaning and against it and grinning.
Winter biking taught me to accept the weather. To accept the road. To accept the time it takes to get home, no matter how long that may be. To make the journey an enjoyable thing, something worth remembering.
Rushing home, just getting those ten miles over and done with so that I can move on to the next thing isn’t my default anymore.
Have I ever told you that I love winter?
LOL! You may have mentioned a time or two that you like winter.
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Oh good, I thought I might have forgotten to mention that detail.
But I can’t deny the fact that spring has serious perks!
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Just wait till summer! I think you call that pre-winter over there.
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Haha, last year I remember being so scared that winter was going to come before I was ready for it. All the old timers were predicting a long winter that would begin in September.
They were right about the long part but thank goodness the snow didn’t come until November!
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Believe me. Summer is better.
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Okay, I’ll trust you on this one.
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Darn you! you are a crazy snow man 😀
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Is that why the warm weather is making me melt? 😉
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The wind is our friend. The wind is our friend. The wind is our friend. No matter how many times I say it while riding, I end up screaming f*)%ing wind.
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Wind isn’t our friend, but watch us bike anyway! Take that, you nasty wind!
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i was surprised how much i loved biking in the wisconsin winter. i just felt tough. those winds off the lakes could be wicked but surviving them made the day even more special–more alive. i called it “extreme living.” ha!
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Yes! “More alive” is a great way to put it.
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I will have to agree to disagree with you. I’m not a fan of Winter, but I like it more now than I used to.
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That’s okay, I figure that since there are four seasons we have to spread the love around. As long as about 25% of people are fans of winter we will be good 😀
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