It has not snowed yet in the valley, and not much in the mountains. On the one hand, I am psyched that I am still commuting into December, my rule of thumb being that I will continue to ride until they start plowing the roads. On the other hand, I am ready for ski season, as are all of my ski buddies. This morning, I listened to a message on my voice mail from Rebecca, bemoaning the fact that we aren't skiing yet. The irony is, I was listening to the message as I sat in the Denver airport waiting on my flight that was delayed due to a snow storm raging outside.
I was in Denver, because my company had sent me to Tampa for a one day software training. It was sunny and relatively warm there. I spent all my breaks out standing in the sun, which, unlike north Idaho, is still warm in Florida this time of year. I even went for a short run at the end of the day. It was seventy degrees, but I had trouble enjoying it, knowing that tomorrow morning I will be crawling on my bike and it will be in the upper teens. I don't mind the cold, but I don't need to be reminded of what warmth feels like, when I know it is going to be another 5 months before we feel it again around here.