Bah Humbug!I took a walk a couple of days ago and was startled to see the early signs of spring popping up in February. It gave me a sense of hope and renewal.
When I was about 8 years old I joined the FSA (Future Salesmen of America) by responding to an ad inside one of my many DC Comics.
They sent me a box of flower and vegetable seed packets and a script of how to sell them door to door. I was a pretty good salesman and quickly expanded the script to incorporate personal anecdotes to insure that the housewife standing in front of me would see that I was emotionally invested in that pack of Zinnia seeds. I sold a lot of seeds but didn't quite grasp the concept of the corporate structure and spent my "seed money" on more comic books. My mother paid off the FSA and made me plant the seeds I had not sold.
Well, I have been a salesman my whole life and I never stopped planting seeds. My annual tomato garden is a family favorite and my wife's co-workers are regularly
impressed by the flower arrangements I create from our yard for her desk.
But I ramble! The point of this diatribe is that the near spring-like weather enthused me to get back on the bike. My condition causes my right arm to tremor under stress and after a couple of past crashes I can only ride my bike on the trainer. After a week of 30 to 60 minute intervals I could noticeably tell I could walk a little better. I even had a dream about pedaling down a country road. I entertained the thought of strapping on the helmet taking a leisurely Sunday ride.
Then we got 6" of snow Saturday night. We never get 6" of snow! I guess Mother Nature was dropping me a hint. She's telling me that I must not ever go faster than my TV remote can carry me. So for the time being I'll just keep pedaling to nowhere.
On a side note: A blogger I read just recently pedaled "To Hell and Back."
I wish I could have gone too. (I've been dying to use that line).