08 January 2009

Another Winter Night

Tonight I rode my bike to and from work. It was the first time I'd done that in, probably, a month. And it's the first time I've been on my bike since I got back from Florida. Time was when I'd've ridden every day. But, well, I guess I've slowed down and I'm not trying to prove anything. Still, sometimes I miss those days when I was riding everyday, and to practically everywhere. Part of that sentimentality is, of course, a longing for youth, or at least being younger. And I think of the kind of shape I was in, at least physically. Emotionally, spiritually--that's another story.

Anyway, I didn't count on the temperature dropping about fifteen degrees by the time I left the college. At least, that's what it felt like. And I was wearing a skirt that came to just above my knee when I stood, or to the lower-middle part of my thighs when I was in the saddle. I covered my legs in pantyhose. Surprisingly, I didn't feel the cold much below my waist.

Then again, whenever I've ridden my bike in winter, my legs rarely felt cold as long as my head and torso were warm enough.

I must have been quite the sight on my bike. A female driver actually was looking at my legs, then at me, at a stoplight. She was grinning.

And now I am dozing off. The cold really saps your energy--especially if you're female, whether by birth or with those little yellow Premarin pills.

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