|Trying to muster up inner strength to face the chill|
Man alive, is it me or did the weather forget all about that lovely beaming thing in the sky called the sun? The last three months have finally taken a toll on me. Winter has nearly defeated me and my bike cruising ways. Usually I am defiant in the face of rain and snow but the last few days have caused me great misery. Yes, cycling is fun and it’s great to be committed to cycling whatever the weather but I have a threshold and for the first time in my life I have nearly gone over it. Life on two-wheels has become mighty challenging.
+ My gloves have officially become my chief nose wiping instrument. Snotting onto my gloves I'm sure wasn’t the plan for their lovely glove life and now they resemble snot rags. Hey ho.
+ My right eye has spent the winter permanently streaming making me look like I am forever mourning the loss of mild weather. As a consequence, my eye makeup on my right cheek is permanently smudged making me look like I work in a coal mine.
+ Sometimes both snot AND tears run into my mouth when cycling and I get confused and don't quite know what to make of the curious taste.
+ The sleet, snow and icy wind has dried out my face like a ugly prune and I am now concerned that my youthful looks are a distant memory.
+ My lips and hands have also suffered from chill burns.
+ The sticky, dirty snow of late has tarnished my once beautiful sparking green bicycle.
+ And the dark nights are making me feel like I am a cycling vampire.
Winter is giving me major first world pains. Are you fed up yet?
Will I manage to last the rest of February commuting every day? Will my eye stop streaming? And what will become of my ‘snot-ragged-gloves’? Stay tuned kids….