I had a bit of fun riding on Saturday. We were having wild weather--big wind out of the south, rain showers, sun, dark ominous clouds (and sometimes all three at once)--the kind of day you feel kind of awesome for venturing out in at all. I had my usual Saturday commute, then went over to a friend's house, taking a detour to add miles--and these were miles that went straight into the wind, right on the water where there was nothing to shelter you.

Normally I find headwinds really demoralizing, but something about the wildness of the weather, the constant drama and change of the sky, and the waves on the water flipped a switch, and I found myself enjoying the struggle to pedal a tiny gear on flat ground while hunched over in my drops as low as I could be... It was such a stupid thing to do to literally go out of my way to pedal extra miles into the wind that I just had to laugh at myself and the craziness of the situation. When the rain started really coming down, I unzipped my rain jacket further because it felt so refreshing. I had about 32 miles on the day by the time it was all over, and I felt like I could claim victory in an epic ride--when really, on any other day, it wouldn't have been hardly anything to take note of. And it really was gorgeous out, in a storm-tossed drama kind of way.