Winter, you’re not fun anymore.
I’ve said it more than once in the past three months: “This feels like a Midwest winter.”
I’ve become accustomed to the tolerable dry cold, quickly-gone snowfalls and intermittent warm afternoons that come with winter in a semi-arid region like Colorado’s Front Range. I don’t particularly enjoy the fact that this winter has reminded me of my winters growing up in northwest Indiana: cold, gray, interminable.
So, yesterday, when Denver temps reached nearly 60 degrees Fahrenheit, I took advantage of the opportunity to bike to work.
My bike commute to my new-ish job downtown is super-easy: four miles total, half along a residential street with a bike lane and half along a pleasant, creek-side bike path. It usually takes me about 20 minutes, which is shorter than my total light rail trip.
The ride into the office kick-started my morning’s work and made me feel less like devouring pastries and more like snacking on grapes. The invigorating ride home gave me the second wind I needed to cook dinner and do the dishes. It also gave me the justification to reward myself with a glass of wine and a good, long gabfest with my roommate, Meredith.
I remembered, with pleasure, the myriad benefits of bike commuting.
This morning, it’s snowing again.