Last night, I found myself amidst a feast at a party, piling on calories like a freight train chugging to Saint Louis. But the real story here isn’t about the food, it’s about the aftermath. Post-feasting, I joined Marcy for a hike. Sure, it uplifted my spirits, but the scale this morning had a different tale to tell. It nudged me, rather insistently, towards my road bike.
Today’s journey? A 22-mile round trip to Clinton. Now, 22 miles might not sound daunting, but let’s paint the full picture. Imagine cycling in a frigid 19 degrees, dodging icy patches on the road. The silver lining? Daylight – something that’s been a rare guest this week.
Despite today’s icy adventure, it’s been a somewhat disheartening week. Work stress aside, my ankle’s been a real party pooper. It’s ironic – I can walk barefoot with ease, but put on a boot, and suddenly, I’m hobbling around. This ankle saga reached its peak during my skate skiing attempt in Pattee Canyon last Thursday. Let’s just say, I ended the night with more of a limp than a glide.
In the midst of this, I’ve been on a quest, scouting out summer race locations. But tonight, I’m pressing pause on all that. It’s movie night, and my ankle insists on it. So, as I sign off and dive into cinematic escapism, here’s to hoping the coming week brings less ice and more ease!
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