I don’t have a lot to say here, other than the weather for the past few weeks has been absolute shit. Rain, cold, snow, sleet, cold, rain, rain, rain.

Today at lunch was maybe the worst weather I’ve ever pedaled in, and having ridden a bit for the last several years, that’s saying something. The sky dumped on me for an hour straight. Absolutely dumped. The first and last five minutes of my ride had sprinkles, and the rest of the time was just a deluge.

At the far corner of my ride, I turned into a wicked headwind in the middle of an open field, and was absolutely pummeled. Best: it turned uphill too. I probably was going 12 MPH for 10 minutes. Hilarious.

Earlier in the week, I rode 22 minutes at lunch because it was so blustery and windy that I nearly crashed twice (and in fact, I think I did something to my rear wheel during one of those bunny-hop the curb scenarios because today I broke a spoke, goddammit).

And this past Sunday, we went mountain biking near Scappoose. We ended with a quick jaunt up Rocky Point Rd., where I got so cold and utterly soaked that it took me 15 minutes of the drive home (in dry clothes) to feel my feet again, and the full drive to feel at all warm.

But here’s the thing: working out? Riding? Running? All this? It’s my time. It’s fun. I look forward to it, because if I don’t, then what am I looking forward to that is *all*mine*?