The $20 bottle of wine has disappeared so it was time for a quick transition from casual clothes to ice biking gear. I doubt biking under the influence is good training for anything but doing other stupid things. At least, on the Burke-Gilman Trail there were only a few roads to cross.
Training while you're sick on the other hand, or even suffering a moderate hangover is good training for long events. Dehydrated, tired, lacking motivation and having my thermostat a little screwy is exactly what I feel like after a really long outing. Not recommended though since pericarditis and other bad things are known to be caused by training when you're sick.
Vulgarities come easily to my self-talk, and an explicative escaped my lips when I realized my water bottle was frozen even before I started my hour-long ride home.
The Burke-Gilman Trail was really quiet at 9 pm when the temperature is around 27 degrees. The surface was icy, but the traction with knobby tires was very good. For some reason, the black knobby texture against the white trail took on some extra significance and I stared downward for an indeterminant amount of time attempting to think of poetic analogies. An occasional modified verse of Christmas-time melodies kept me entertained as well, but not too loud since I don't like to scare the tourists.
The bleak, black-blue of Lake Washington was very inviting. In my younger days, someone would have suggested a swim, but tonight, by myself, skinny-dipping didn't seem like it would be much fun.
Not many Christmas lights out. Other random thoughts. And I arrived home.
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