As sure as I’m tapping these words out on the keyboard, I know it to be true: 44 degrees on a Thursday morning is far colder than 44 degrees on a Saturday morning. It has to be. No doubt about it. And I’m convinced that 5:30 a.m. on a Saturday is lighter outside than 5:30 a.m. on a Thursday. Really? Yes, really. Ask yourself. And be honest.
When was the last time you jumped out of bed on the weekend for a bike ride with the anticipation of a kid ready to go to Disneyland? (For me, that was last weekend before a snowy adventure on Palomar Mountain.) Now, how many times have you slammed the snooze button down during the work week to get a few more Z’s instead of pedaling a few hours before hitting the office? (For me, that was this morning, and the previous morning, and the one before that. Come to think of it, pretty much the full month of January.)
There, you see. Clocks and calendars work differently for the cyclist. I swear. Photo credit: Publictimeman
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