I woke up yesterday feeling quite a bit better. I took it easy and rode my Cross Check 18 flat and easy miles in the 30 degree cold. The cold air helped my sinuses immensely. My hands, however, were frozen into claws. Maybe next time I’ll use those chemical hand warmers. Doh.
I woke up today feeling better still. This was a good thing since it had snowed overnight and there was shoveling to do.
I spent about 90 minutes with my wovel (a big shovel on an even bigger wheel) and a conventional snow shovel. A kindly neighbor plowed the sidewalk in front of my house.
The snow was what we called in my childhood days growing up in upstate New York “good packing”. Ideal for snowballs and snowmen.
Last year when it snowed, I watched Mrs. Rootchopper do the shoveling. I stayed inside feeling feeble, a result of pulmonary embolisms and a collapsed lung
With pavement clear and cars liberated, I went inside.
I spent another 80 minutes in the basement riding Big Nellie, my Tour Easy long wheelbase recumbent, on a resistance trainer. While riding I read a chunk of Presidents of War, a new book by Michael Beschloss.
After a 30 minute nap I awoke to find my cold completely gone. Better still my legs feel springy for the first time in weeks.
While I was underground, it started snowing again. Now the snow is big, puffy flakes. It’s picture pretty outside. I’ll venture out again in an hour or two.
A Few Spokes Shy of a Wheel 