I haven't been able to blade for the last several days; Soccer Mom's schedule, the late hours at work, and my general state of exhaustion in the later days of the week kept me away. So this morning, I knew I needed to get out and about, regardless of how beat up my body was <g>...

So I went for it, just going to get the kinks out and maybe run the short route. ...and then I noticed the wind was reversed, as it is in the mornings here. So I figured I'd really cut is short. Then again...

If the wind is reversed, all I have to do is make it to the Snail Lady's place and it will be at my back! Cool. ...maybe. So I went for it, nice and slow and steady, trying only for the Zen of the symmetrical body motions. It was a nice, easy ride. ...and I made it to the Snail Lady's house, a bit winded, but loosened up enough to maybe stretch out a bit on the next leg. ...and then I felt the wind at my back. ...and I knew I was lost once again.

Yeah, a nice easy stretch of road, my legs unknotted from the warmup, the wind at my back... Until there was no wind at my back. ...and as I picked up still more speed, wind in my face. ...and on into the turn into the uphill, still able to outpace the wind enough to generate my own headwind.

...and further on until the high-end alarm on my heart monitor and the built in ones in my legs said it was time to cut things back a notch and cruise for the next half mile or so. But I kicked it back up again on the return leg simply because I could. Man, it just felt so good to let things stretch out again...

<sigh>...

Back to work on the weekend projects...