Fake Out

Anyone on the East Coast last week, especially in New York, felt like Mother Nature played a pretty cruel trick this last week.

Thursday was balmy and beautiful. Perfect cycling temperature: 63 degrees. I was out riding from 3pm until past 9 when a beautiful harvest moon found its way directly over the cross of our cathedral.

Friday and Saturday were blustery, and could have been forgiven because Sunday was supposed to have weather in the mid-60s again. I attempted a ride on Saturday in my summer kit and was hit by white-out conditions halfway through my ride. While (to my credit) I didn't turn around, I was frozen by the time I got to work and it took me a good half-hour to thaw.

Sunday was beautiful, as predicted. Church ran over so I didn't get a chance to ride (che peccatto!)

Monday was the raven. I woke up to 3 inches of snow on the ground and more falling. I thought "How could this be?! The groundhog predicted an early spring!" I ran out to our deck to grab my trainer and bike to bring them inside and protect them from the unexpected elements.

In hindsight, I should have known better than to expect spring to be sprung by mid-February, but it sure felt like a cruel joke when my dreams of early spring were shattered by another dump of the white stuff.

Needless to say I did another hour on my trainer that morning. It was all I could take in my disappointed state. (On a side note, no complaints from the neighbors--I could hardly hear it myself!)