After almost 3 weeks of mostly good weather (as high as 80 degrees at one point last Monday), I wake up to a blizzard this morning here in Chicago. The winds are strong, the ice is falling from the sky (freezing rain combined with snow), and it's foggy too.
I knew the weather was too good to be true- I knew because we were having such good weather to expect at least one more snow, but I've been spoiled. I was so through with riding in the winter, and now I'm getting ready to layer up and ride one more time in this mess. I was so depressed, I didn't even go downstairs to work out this morning. I laid in bed for a full hour staring at this entire mess going on outside.
There's no way I can get out of going to work today. All I can do is get out there and grin and bear it. I would think after riding all winter in cold weather, I should be used to this, right? How did I become such a wimp in the space of 3 weeks? How did I let my guard down so quickly? How did I allow myself to slip into this false sense of summer happiness?
Glad I got one more ride in yesterday before all this hit. I guess it helps lessen the impact of this new snow.
Ok, rant over. I've got to get ready to go to work now.