The wind is thundering across the prairie like a herd of buffalo. It’s cloudy, 24 degrees, and feels like 12.
I’m one hour behind on my January cycling goal, and I only have parts of two days to meet the goal.
Words like coffee, blanket, book, couch, and fireplace dominate my thinking. When I think about the bicycle, words like planning and preparation come to mind, but not the word “pedaling”.
Commitment tested, outcome uncertain.