cold, not old

42 (that's the temperature, not my age) is cold (not old)!

sorry that's an inside joke for a high school friend who read my workout report on facebook yesterday and wondered how i got to be 53. silly girl!

anyway, i got up at about twenty till 5:00, bundled up and went out for a ride despite the colder temps. the wind was out of the west, so i turned left onto the highway and headed toward danville.

just after crossing the chicaskia river i rolled past the mangled body of a possum who tried unsuccessfully to cross the road. i'm sure it was the same one i scared away from certain death two or three days ago. alas, he tempted fate one time too many. his protector was not there to turn him away from the path of destruction. being the protector of marsupials is not an easy job.

when i got to danville, i kept right on riding. i had a little extra time because i'd picked up some pastries for a video i shot yesterday and i didn't have to get back to fix breakfast.

at about mile thirteen i decided i could definitely make it to the city limits of harper, so i pressed on. two miles later, i passed the "welcome to harper" sign and turned around.

nothing was happening at the fence post restaurant or at the bar across the street. rolling back past the dew-eze factory, vehicles were pulling into and out of the parking lot. shift change.

the entire eastbound portion of this trek was pleasant, but cold. my fingers started to ache a bit about mile 20. my nose was nipped some too. but the wind pushed me along over hill and dale and i arrived back home with five minutes to spare.

post breakfast, i showered and shaved and walked my wife to school. now i've got to walk back up there again. she forgot her lunch. i thought only kids did that. (29.83 miles @ 16.1mph)