Winter

Winter in the Texas Panhandle is a strange time of year. Throught out the season the day's can fluctuate between beautiful spring like days allowing the opportunity for frolicking in the outdoors, to representing a scene out of Fargo! (sans evil hired serial killer) Last winter was a rare exception, due to the fact that the entire winter was amazingly spring like. My wife, a couple of our friends and I were mountain biking in usually summer reserved gear on February 7! The most frustrating thing about this flip-flopping weather is that just as you make plans to go out and do something, the weather turns bad and all of your anticipation and planning is for not.





This winter has had weathery highs and lows, and has greatly culminated in a meteorological anomaly known as the "Cloud of Depression." Which, at present, is in the midst of a torrential downpour the likes of which mankind has never seen! Having fallen in love with cycling (both mountain and road) and rediscovered my love for tromping around in the great outdoors, I have feverishly been plotting and planning several jaunts, man trips, (Manfest 2010), and family outings. The one problem, most of them are set months away in hopes of better more predictable weather, leaving me with the ever building anticipation of GETTING OUT OF THE HOUSE!



The lack of static weather also has taken it's toll on my motivation to get out and the cycle and tally up the miles. Just as I get settled in a routine, the weather changes and tosses me back into the homestead to take up plan B, C, D, or even E in the workout routine in order to keep svelt and road ready! These alternate plans take many shapes, such as



B: The trainer, which my very soul can only tolerate for about 1 hour before I go running for the hills.


C: An hour workout including jumping jacks, mountain climber, push ups, sit ups, planks, lunges, curls, and other tortorous means of exercise oriented masochism.

D: Heading to the gym for swimming or weight lifting.

E: Quite literally E as in Ethan, whom likes to wrestle with Dad till the cows come home. (Which, due to the fact that we have none could quite possibly mean eternity. YIKES!)

Needless to say I have a winter itch that may very well be misdiagnosed by members of the medical field as some chronic psychotic mental state, ADD, or and STD!