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Wednesday, December 1, 2010
This morning when I awoke thinking of my bike in the garage. It is calling me for one last ride before I put away until spring.
Unfortunately it is another grey rainy day here in Connecticut. I go online to check Killington's ski conditions, it is raining there too, at least I'm not missing a good day of skiing. I am antsy. I need a little fun and the high of an adrenaline rush to take my blues away.
I head out to the gym for a spin class, dressed like I am really going for a ride with my imagination fully engaged. I when I get to class, I close my eyes and decide to take one of my favorites rides.
It starts behind the Passiflora Tea Room in the center of New Hartford, passing Ski Sundown with a beautiful view of Lake McDonough on my left, all the time climbing with a few short dips in the road. Then I head west by the Saville Dam, turn south on the next road, over Holcomb Hill and back down to the center of New Hartford. A pretty good ride for only an hour. I walk out of class, drenched with perspiration, adrenaline pumping feeling like a junkie who just had a fix.
When I get home, I see my bike, I say to myself yet again, time to put it away until spring. I then spy my snowshoes hanging on the wall. I smile knowing winter will be here very soon, well if not here, in Vermont, and I am counting the days until head back up.