Author: Tom Saccone

I was a little SAD today.  As in Seasonal Affect Disorder.  I was ready to get out in the cold, overcast day, even if it meant bundling up and driving over to 446 to find more road than snow and ice.  I had earlier texted a couple of teammates who had some interest, but some poorly timed family plans derailed the notion of a small group.  I was on my own.  Once we arrived back home I went directly to the basement, pulled gently by the cycling videos in the bookcase.  A well worn edition of a Sunday in Hell selected me.  Most of you have seen this, and probably many times.

The commitment that we make to cycling is as auspicious as it is self-fulfilling.  I am fortunate on both accounts and more.  As for miracles, well, they are where you look for them.  Today there was no epic challenges, no battle royales, no halfwheeling hell.  Just a strong, steady effort on a holiday weekend with some superb athletes either at the peak of their fitness, ramping up for the season, or leveling off. 

Well, the world didn’t end.  So we went for a ride today despite brutally cold temperatures.  The wind was slight but many roads were treacherous on an originally planned route to the north.  I drove to the downtown Bakehouse because I couldn’t get out of my neighborhood safely on the bike.