"... I strip out of kit, chucking clothes so that they litter the floor ..."
"... Like many mornings, but especially in the cold, coffee is for the win ..."
"... I made the best decision to pony up the $2 once back in town to catch the light rail most of the way home, cruising over climbs I’d dread if I rode (after four hours of riding) ..."
"... The drizzle (expected) slowly turns into a rain (unexpected). Eventually water’s running into my shoes and down my socks. The road is slicked like glass ..."
"... Low winter sun. Cold day—lower-thirties. The familiarity helped steel my resolve for the cold. I know the route, the distance, the climbs and the descents. But at 30F, ice patches played the joker presenting a surprise on the early ride particularly on the Bellona Avenue descent, even a bit later in the day, but I got through. Glimmers of sunlight on the bare trees of my favorite training loop. Picturesque if you’re keeping score ..."
"... And so I finish under setting sun. Twenty-foot shadows. Fading light. And the relief of accomplishment ..."
Cells, with excerpts...
