First Day of Spring

Sun. You never seem to appreciate it enough when it´s out. So sometimes it punishes you. It deprives you. But not for forever.

After a week of cloudy, wet weather, the sun took it´s turn at the front of dawn and woke up Girona. The return of the sun brought the return of an unnameable energy to the town. You feel the urgency; you hurry to eat your bowls of cereal. The sun is out. You gotta get going. You throw on your gear, lube up the chain, and...gone.

If you´re feeling ambitious, you won´t wear leg warmers. First ride of the season in shorts. Your legs feel the air, and your body feels relief. Because maybe, just maybe, you made it through winter. Winter can´t last forever.

So off to ride. Everyone was off to ride today. It was the kind of day where for the first time in the season, your body may actually become sticky with sweat, and you go to douse yourself with water. Where your body then become sticky with Gatorade after you douse yourself with the wrong bottle.

It was the kind of day where cyclists were talking, laughing, even smiling (smiling!) as they climbed hills. And then cruised (no hands!) and waved to fellow riders on the way down while shouting encouragement.

The kind of day that you get out and pedal and ride and enjoy. Even if its into the wind, you go on. Even if you´re tired you go on. Because it´s the kind of day that reminds you that nothing lasts forever. Not the rain. Not the clouds. Not even winter.