It had to happen sooner or later, and for the past several weeks I have been emotionally preparing myself for this day. I didn’t know precisely when it would happen, but I knew it certainly would occur. There was nothing I could do to stop it.
It was cold today.
I stood on my front porch and watched the morning drizzle give way to a cloudy and blustery Fall day. The temperature was struggling to get above 50 degrees. Around noon, I trudged upstairs and retrieved my cycling vest and base layer. In an effort to deny the inevitable, I stuck with shorts and eschewed my trousers. Leaving my half-finger gloves behind, I put on my full-fingered gloves and set off on a short pedal.
The wind was biting and I found myself beginning to return to the slower pace of the Winter months. About 20 minutes into the ride, I discovered it was not quite done raining today. Among other things, I was very much regretting my decision to wear shorts. The cold, wind, and rain almost broke my will. For about a minute, I strongly considered turning around. Then I pulled myself together and carried on.
After 17 miles, I made it home at the rather sedate pace of 16.9 mph. A quick check of my Garmin history informed me that the weather hasn’t been this cold since April 10. It was a good six months.
I spent the rest of my day browsing for cold weather cycling gear while sitting by a fire. It’s time to get ready for Old Man Winter!