I haven’t posted much about my commute in the past few weeks, because, frankly, it’s been rather miserable. There were no March lions for Nashville; instead, the month snuck in under dense, foggy cloud cover, and last week especially was one big grey mizzle. Cycling really felt like work, especially on Sunday, when I biked to brunch in 50-degree, overcast humidity.
Just when I thought we might never see the sun again, Monday afternoon it appeared. And the last two days have been glorious. Brisk but sunny mornings in the 40s, afternoons in the high 60s and low 70s. This morning I beat my record time to work, getting here in only 10 minutes, and both days I just played on my bike, shifting my center of gravity slightly to make the bike “dance,” swinging my legs as I slowed down for stop signs or lights. A thunderstorm is predicted for tomorrow and hot, humid summer is right around the corner, but for now I’m happy to take it one day at a time.