The weather has finally changed, and drastically. Reasonably warm mornings have been replaced with frost and light snow on roofs. The roads are still clear so it just means more layers before heading out on the road or trails. Getting dressed to ride in the cold definitely requires more thought and time, and bad decisions have greater consequences.
Bitter cold air bites at my face, hands and feet. Windproof layers are a must. The cold and numbness slips into my feet and hands. Sometimes my hands sting, then they warm up. Handling the bike is awkward, my hands wrapped in multiple layers. Trying to manipulate the small click button on my iPhone is impossible so I choose my playlist wisely.
The wind bites at my exposed face, focusing my efforts. The days of riding just to ride are done, every pedal stroke has a purpose. The cold keeps my mind from wandering, I'm focused on what needs to get done. In this, the cold is a benefit. It toughens my mind and reaffirms what I get out of pushing my body. I know that down the road I'll think back to these cold days and know that I've put in the hard miles and have the toughness to get through it.
But this is Colorado, next week may bring the warm fall weather back. In past years I've had days in January riding in 50 degree sunshine. I'm hopeful that this winter will provide snow where I want it, up in the mountains, and keep it dry below 6,000 ft. You never know so I'm prepared for anything.
On Sunday I'm lining up with the big boys. It's a major race, part of the US Grand Prix of Cyclocross, in Fort Collins. They are combining the Cat 2 and 3's, so I'll be thrown in with guys much faster than myself. I don't mind that, you only get better by racing faster guys. It's going to be cold, it may be muddy or wet, but either way I'm going to be ready to give it all I have.
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