I know I haven’t posted in a while, but I’ve decided I don’t like you guys anymore. Not true — I’m just on another hiatus from bike racing (still training though) until after the Go St. Louis half marathon in 2 weeks. I also just got back from spring break – a week in California. My, my — it seems you’ve had a bit of rain here while I was gone. And what do I come back to? More phuquin winter — geez!
Skiing was great at Tahoe, and spring has definitely sprung in San Francisco, so I figured the worst would be over by now in Missouri and was looking forward to getting back on the bike in warm(er), dry(er) weather for a change. I got home at 10pm last night and checked the weather – forecast was for a high of 43F with pm rain. Okay, maybe not so warm but dry — at least in the morning. I got up at for my 6:30am run (4:30am California time!), and as soon as I left the house it started snowing – huh? Okay, not so warm and maybe not so dry either, but dammit I’m gonna ride after the run anyway. I’m in week 12 of my 14-week half-marathon training, so today was my longest scheduled run – 12 miles. I felt great! The snow was coming down hard but not sticking, so I remained committed to my brick. In the last half-mile of the run, I turned into the wind and looked up the gentle climb for the finish, only to realize I wouldn’t be able to see it until I was right upon it. I put my head down to bull through, and started noticing how the snow, which at the time was more like little ice pellets, was bouncing off of me as I ran — it looked like I was plowing through it the way the wind was driving it against me and then bouncing off as I ran. I sort of meditated on the sight of that to the end of the run (1:49:15 on a hilly course at a comfortable pace), then looked at the streets. Visibility was down to 13 inches, and slush was beginning to collect on the roads. I finally allowed my second thoughts about riding afterwards to surface — riding on those roads, with that visibility, among drivers who the last thing they are expecting to encounter on the road is a cyclist — just didn’t seem very smart. I hung out at St. Louis Bread Co. to see if conditions improved, but everytime it seemed like it was over it would start up again. Eventually, I accepted fate — an outdoor ride was not gonna happen. Did I need to ride? No, I’d just had a fantastic week of skiing, hiking, and running, mostly at +6,000 ft elevation. My blood feels so pumped full of oxygen I wish the race were tomorrow. Did I want to ride? Damn straight – it’s been about 5 months since I’ve worn summer kit on a dry, sunny day.
Oh well, maybe tomorrow’s weather will be unsucky enough that I can get out for an hour or so. If not, I guess I can always just RUN!