When I’m out on the road, I have a good sense of where I want to ride. There are times when I get to an intersection and, depending on how I’m feeling and the weather conditions, I’ll take a different direction than what I had planned.
It’s that time of year now when that change of direction becomes a metaphor for whether or not I go anywhere when I turn the pedals. It’s a colder than usual October here, and I’m desperately checking the long range forecasts for anything above 52°F and a wind less than 15mph. I’m not having much luck.
I was all psyched to gain a calendar advantage with a riding vest. I was able to use it only once so far. It has not only been cold, but very windy and rainy. The one ride was successful, but it was almost two weeks ago.
I have stated before that I ride for fitness and for fun. To me, riding in a cold rain while pushing the red line so I can go 12mph into a stiff headwind is not fun. The other side of the coin here is that I can turn this all around by calling it a season and moving indoors to ride on the trainer.
Is this that much of a decision? I can eliminate weather as a factor and get in three solid workouts every week. No more numb fingers and toes, no more chasing ever-waning daylight, no more feeling guilty that – while my appetite has not lessened – my caloric expenditure has.
I think I know what I should be doing, but I’m fighting it – for now. I should just pay attention to the signs; there’s only one way to go.