Wednesday, February 2, 2011
whistle pig day
I felt like one of those soft crybabies today. It was downright bitter out. I went outside a bunch, only to bring in more wood to burn. My only ride of the day, I forced myself to spin to the store for some beverages. As I was bundling up to go out, my lady looked at me with genuine concern on her face and says, "You're not really going to ride are you." I think it was more out of guilt (the beer was for her). It was indeed the bitter cold I expected it to be, but because I was pedaling it didn't seem quite so horrible. At least not for the 12 blocks I had to ride. I love small town Moab!
ps- whistle pig is West Virginian for groundhog