A Tale of Two Weekends

It really amazes me how the weather can change 180 degrees in just seven days. Last weekend, I was doing everything I could to stay both dry and warm. My Saturday ride was miserable. And then I had to fight 2-3 inches of snow just to get in 8.5 miles. While running, I can recall that during my final two miles all I wanted to was a warm tub. Mentally, I had already turned on my dryer to generate warm towels.

Fast forward to this weekend and it was a totally different world out there. I hopped on the bike at about 10:30 Saturday morning in shorts and a short sleeved jersey. By the end, I had unzipped the top to cool off even more. On Sunday, I started at 9 for a 12 mile run. This time, during the final two miles, I took off my shirt and was dumping water on my head. There was NO need for a warm bath after the run. Instead, it was 15 pounds of ice of the bath. Quite the reversal. Hopefully there are more weekends like that in the future.