I only did a short, but quick, 20 miles this morning. It was chilly (well, chilly for NW Florida--not chilly for your northern women) and much windier than I'd expected. On this particular route, I cross a 3-mile-long bridge over a bay, and woo baby, was that wind pushing me around on that bridge this morning! Fortunately the bridge has an extremely wide bike lane--almost as wide as the regular traffic lanes--so I had a lot of room to maneuver when the wind gusts tried to push me, variously, over the side of the bridge, or into traffic.

When I was coming back, dh met me about halfway across the bridge. He had long nylon pants and regular sneakers on, so even though he didn't say so, I think he was a little concerned and just jumped on the bike without thinking. What a guy!