Cold, But Dry
I put my studded tires on in anticipation of the snow which never arrived. But, we at least got some cool temps.
It was 4.8 degrees F on the digital thermometer, when I left the house, this morning. It had warmed up to 6 by the time I got to work. Heat wave.
I couldn't find the overmitts for my snowboard gloves, so my fingers got a bit chilly for a while. They warmed up, though, about the time I started overheating because I had added one extra layer of clothes on my torso. It was one of those odd rides where I alternated from just a little too cool to just a little too warm.
The ride home, however, was about as good as it gets, this time of year. I was comfortable, temperature-wise, and I accidentally made good time. I got home in 42 minutes, without ever feeling like I was pushing particularly hard.
At work, three different people remarked to me that they were impressed that I had ridden in throughout the cold and snowy weather. I told each of them that it was probably a good thing I had started the daily riding during good weather. By the time the weather turned cold, riding was part of my morning routine, and it really didn't seem like such a big thing.
If I had to start a new routine, and ride in the cold, I would have had a much harder time of it. As is, it's just a different set of conditions that I encounter in the normal course of the day.
Oh, well. Time to go to bed, so that I can get up and ride through the cold again, tomorrow morning.