It was somewhere around 40 degrees F by the time I got out of work yesterday. I had been staring out the window all day planning to hit a trail. But as the afternoon rolled along, the sun disappeared. It got grayer and darker and eventually started to rain. At first, I thought I would ride outside anyway. I've run many times in the rain, and liked it. (I ran cross country and track in high school and have kept up running to a lesser degree to the present day. I even did a half marathon during my senior year of college.) But the drizzle turned to more of a pour, and I pictured the cold wet backside I would have riding my bike without fenders, and I gave up on the idea. I've ridden with soggy padded bike shorts before. I wouldn't recommend it. I did go to the gym and ride 30 minutes on the stationary bike (6.75 miles) and run 2 miles on the treadmill. It felt good, but it wasn't under a sunny sky.
My mom showed me my baby book a few years ago, and one of the first things written in it was that I loved to be outside. I enjoyed doing anything out there! I can imagine my parents and grandparents floating me in the pool and sitting me down in the grass to play. That love has never died in me! If I have a choice between doing something outside and something inside, I'll almost always pick the outdoor activity. Except for in the winter, that is. I do like sledding and skiing, and I've run a large number of miles out in the winter cold. But when it warms up...here I come!
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