Happy Martin Luther King Jr. Day! To show some respect for the centuries of endurance against oppression, harassment and abuse by people of color in America and elsewhere, I'm NOT going to whine about this rotten cold bringing me down. Instead—in addition to saying THANK YOU DOCTOR KING—I'm going to briefly celebrate the escape from winter I made to Borrego Springs with SDBC's racing team this past weekend.
Writing two blog entries in the span of a week is VERY rare for me, so there must be a big reason for this follow-up to my "whining about winter" entry just last week. Indeed. I found summer again in Borrego Springs! No base layer. No chilly wet jersey. Just great summer riding with a bunch of younger and stronger SDBC racers. I was there to provide "SAG" support and take some photos, but I got to ride on Friday, which was good fun. I used a few cameras and only got the pictures off of my own camera. You can see those photos here.
Everyone I met during the camp was really nice. The men & women all seem to have a good time together, and this camp is meant to help them practice working together on and off the road. I suspect they'll be a formidable force on the racing circuit this year. I'd like to thank them for letting me be part of the camp, and I'd like to wish them all a fun, safe and very successful racing season.
Riding a bike is cheaper than a therapist and more fun than a gym. As all serious cyclists know, riding a bike is a great mood-lifter, especially during rides lasting 2 hours or more, where the endorphins really kick in. This cool gray winter day, I am in serious need of endorphin therapy.
I like snow. I enjoy snow skiing. But when there's not any snow around, I really don't have any use for gray skies and cold weather. I moved from Chicago to San Diego over 30 years ago to bask in the legendary SoCal sunshine. That's what makes days like today a little disappointing. That's what makes winter in San Diego a little disappointing. I guess I didn't do my homework on the weather before moving here.
Subtropical ≠ Tropical. Apparently I prefer tropical. Tropical lifts my mood. Subtropical summers are awesome but I don't like subtropical winters, where—like today—the high temperature of the day might creep slightly above the 50s (F), or above 15°C for those who live in countries that have adopted modern measurement systems. Our visit to South Africa brought us a brief exposure to SUMMER (and a near-death elephant encounter) last month, but we're all back home in the northern hemisphere now...thankful for the rain (FINALLY), but not loving the mudslides or the cold.
I know, anyone living in sub-freezing weather right now would think, "Jeez, what a weenie. Such a wimp." (Or worse.) I deserve it. I know I should appreciate what we have, but EVERY winter I automatically start thinking of warmer places to move to. My wife won't hear of it, so here I must remain.
Too bad, big baby. Time to bundle up and ride. Yes, I have cycling clothing that makes riding in 60°F weather perfectly bearable, but I'd still rather be riding in short sleeves with no base layer and sweating in some HEAT & SUNSHINE. Too bad. Suck it up. I'm riding right after lunch. And I'm going to LOVE it, right? Right!