Yesterday was so lovely outside. I was going to take the afternoon off and go for a little bike ride. I decided, na, I will do it some other time. That other time was supposed to be today. So i went home, did some physio ball workouts and hit the rollers for a little over an hour. Good stuff.
Today I woke up and Kelly was still in bed. Normally, by the time I get up, she is already in the shower so she can get to work earlier than me. When I rolled over, she had a grin and said that school was canceled. WHAT!?!?! I got up and noticed the 4 inches of snow on the ground. SON OF A… No bike riding for me outside. Only in New England is it 50 degrees one day, then 5 inches of snow, then 40 degrees again the next day. I should be excited about the snow. I just bought myself some cross country skis, but I am not excited. Why? The bindings aren’t here, so the skis are useless. I better get those bindings tomorrow or it better get a lot nicer outside so I can ride on the road instead of inside.
I don’t know why I complain about New England weather. I have lived up here for 6 years or so and the “spring teaser” happens every year, yet every year, I get WAY too excited about it only to have my heart broken.
