If you've been watching ESPN's coverage of the Masters, you will undoubtedly have noticed one very obvious thing; Spring has arrived here in Georgia. Just as one sees avalanches of azalea blooms cascading down the hills Augusta while being shadowed by the blooming dogwoods and other flowering trees, the rest of the region has burst forth in color. I was overwhelmed with this fact on the last two days of riding that I've done.
Over the last couple of weeks I've either been forced to ride indoors due to bad weather or have been riding too hard to notice that things have been moving towards this point but this week has been a recovery week. That, along with the arrival of spring like weather finally, has given me the chance to get out and ride at a more human pace. In the middle of my Wednesday afternoon ride I sort of came out of my shell long enough to look around and go, "Wow! When did everything get so green?" Once I did this I sort of realized that stuff was blooming all around me and that the scenery wasn't the mix of grays and browns I've been traveling through the last few months.
So, spring is here; at least until Sunday when it's supposed to get cold again (winter has to have one last gasp). We'll have some ugly weather tonight if the worst of the weather predictions are true but that's OK as I'll be doing my power tests and stuck inside on a trainer. Tomorrow will be a long ride with the wind at my back and pizza at the end of the route. Early April in Georgia seems to be what mid-February in Florida was when I lived there...wonderfully glorious. I'm not sure it makes up for August but I'll enjoy it while it lasts.
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