One sunny day in March, 50 degrees.
One week kicking a small but sticky cold, no riding or gym workouts.
One restless boy.
One hour of indecisive waffling -- would my scheduled ride of 2:00 set me back into headcold-ville?
One minute of riding before I knew I'd done the right thing.
One @#$! of a headwind -- standard issue for Massachusetts in March.
One heavy feeling in legs on hills that felt minor last week.
Many wafting aromas hinting of thaw -- farm-field manure; inky, overturned earth; pine trees scenting the road as I dash by.
Three stops to check in with the body and ask whether this is helping or hurting the effort to kick out the cold.
Two detours to add a little time in the sun and hills after the answer came back, "Keep going."
One extra detour because my street was blocked off by police cruisers and fire engines. A poor family down the street from us had a very big house fire in the brief time I was on the road.
One prayer of thanks when the officer in the cruiser told me the house number, and it wasn't ours.
15 extra minutes in the sun and wind getting to the other entrance to our road.
One happy boy sitting eating almonds, bananas and pretzels, drinking OJ, taking (final?) Wellness Formulas and garlic pills, and writing a post on his blog, sun blasting through the French doors.