tale of two commutes

Yesterday - bitching horrible cold headwind. I was frozen when I got in. Couldn't pedal hard enough to warm up w/o dipping down out of assist and even with it the wind and cold was limiting power enough that the top speed had plummeted. And that was fine, riding into the mid 20s °F going 26 mph is WIKKED COLD! Legs weren't warming up. But it was also good, a light spin, active recovery, I needed the easy day but needed also more layers I guess.

Going home was just as bad but it was also dark and a lot later after class. But feeling better, and surprisingly pretty damn good after the weekend mileage. 

This shows a decent trend, hoping to keep it going:

Should be an achievable goal as long as I can stick to the hundo/month plus extra.

This morning I rode the Single speed surly. Nice tall gearing. Had to stop and raise the seat, wearing the Wolvhammer boots, maybe the ragnoraks that everyone else has don't have as much of a difference. DON'T CARE THESE ARE WARM.

Plenty warm today - wearing about the same as yesterday (warmer gloves) and worked my ass off, esp trying to crank that over geared beast along side running man David L.

But what gave DL the chance to catch up was not great. I saw meatwagon lights and a FD truck at the squantum club, and a cluster of people on the path.. "oh shit"

extra oh shit when I realized it was Joe G. AKA backpack guy. He had caught a stick (my guess from looking at bike with fender destroyed and locking the front wheel in place) and flipped over the bars landed on his head and likely broke his collar bone. David rolled up while we were there. Joe got taken off in a stretcher, in a huge amount of pain, helmet was broken. EP PD was there and said they would take his bike over to his house.

Sending Backpack guy healing thoughts.

Take care out there, even the bike path requires some attention, remeber it was on the path that I blew up my bursa and ended my peak fitness.

More about that - I got thinking, from that point on I was chasing something, trying to find something, or maybe trying to ride away, maybe drink away too from the end of 2013. Mentally saying 2014 was going to be new and different, well it was but it wasn't. Riding this weekend and on Friday I kind of felt new, like I was riding forward, open, alive. In other words, insanely positive and rewarding and felt right. Need to delve a bit more into my brain about that at some point, maybe the barest hint of that feeling is conveyed, or at least documented.

back to work

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