The Twenty-Eighth Day of Winter

I've been trying to make it out on my bike every day that SOS is home and the weather is even the least bit agreeable. I've taken to trying to mark out how far I get before I am warm enough and the endorphins kick in so that I am glad I made the effort.

Today it never happened. The wind coming off the partially frozen lake was my undoing. I was so very tempted to stop at a bus stop and let the bus bring me and my frozen self all the way home. But if I do that once, won't it be all the more tempting to do that every other day?

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