In Which It’s Just Cold Enough For A Morning Ride

Trail scenes this morning.  A cold, but pretty ride.

Last day of freedom before spring semester hits like a hefty linebacker.

Mark it down, friends. Possibly the only sports metaphor ever to be seen on this blog. Except, do linebacker’s tackle or catch? Whatever.

Anyway, I stayed up a little late last night to finish J.K Rowling’s novel “The Casual Vacancy,” and got up around 8 to go to the gym. Since it was 11, which is relatively warm around these parts these days, I biked there. After 50 minutes of workout, I decided to ride the Lindale Trail.

It was cold, but not too cold for a short ride. The trail was a bit rough—very rutted from the passage of bikes and walkers when the trail was warm and wet and squishy. But, it still felt good to be out there, and in the morning when the temperature was under 20, it was rock hard, which beats squishy any day.

I took a fairly short ride. It was cold, after all, and I have a ton to due for the dawning spring semester.

Still, Cedar Rapids has removed the fallen tree from the trail. Dry Creek looks kind of pretty, with brown plants, white ice and running water.

It felt good to ride. Of course, on this cold day, it also felt good to finish riding. We’ll see what the morning brings!