22nd
“A” is for Alaska
Time passed quick. I swear this month, this March, just started and it’s close to being finished out. We always wonder where it goes, where it went, what’s next. Alaska is next for me. Thick snow. Janet has made reservations at the hot springs. She has also made a reservation for me to get a massage. Holy fucking shit, amen.
The Spring Classic is this Saturday and I’m wondering what’s going to happen. People will show up and sign-in and chat about new bike crap, yes, but the weather is supposed to be miserable. Rain, wind, cold. I don’t have a rain jacket, pants, booties, gloves. I DON’T HAVE GLOVES. Hey, I’ve been looking for gloves and haven’t found the perfect pair. Same goes for the rain gear. Maybe I’ll wear a plastic poncho. That’ll pack down easy, right? Probably too flappity flap in the wind when I’m shredding the descents. It’d probably suffocate me. Scratch the poncho.
I think I’ll do it. I can put in the 100 miles and the 10k feet of elevation to just get that shit done. Haven’t done any riding down there (South) either, so that’ll be a nice change. And I’ll have company. I pray they aren’t annoying.
Spring Break! Man, Spring Break. How about that. I feel a huge relief in my head now, like I can sleep and sleep and get back to friends. Spare time is reality, just for a while now, but for longer when the semester is over. Happy for the challenges I’ve put before me. Pining for rest and focus on one task. Too many burners going.
