Odd title for a post at the end of February in Minnesota, isn’t it? This morning when I left the house, it was warm enough for a light jacket, and there was a haze of fog in the air. Dirt was showing through patches of snow in the area between my apartment building and the neighbors’ house, and the smell was putting a big smile on my face.
Part of me wanted to be late for work, go back upstairs, strap on the Las Cruces, and then spend half an hour violating the mud and snow. It’s not so much cyclocross as it is the urge to get out and ride. Okay, maybe it is ‘cross. I got the bug last fall and now I have the urge to flirt with the dirt.