My breath in is slightly wheezy, and I can still taste the salt on my lips from a somewhat sweaty morning ride. Finally, I was able to get back on the bike, without freezing, and headed for Monroe Lake; though, it takes me longer then I always expect to prepare myself for the ride. Where's my bike shorts(over at Andy's, crap), what about my helmet or camelback(not at my place either), and I realize I don't even have my cellphone. Number one rule about biking, always bring your cell, credit card, and keys, or you may just be walking back and waiting for hours for someone to let you in. Walking in bike shoes even 5miles is a pain. In any case, I had to ride; it was just to nice, so I rummaged through exercise gear that's over ten years old waiting to be worn, and pull on my skin tight bright blue 90s leggings. As winter is ending, I've formed a little layer of protection and though i'm not that comfortable in skin tight leggings, its' better then my jeans. So finally after a half hour of who knows what, I'm on my bike riding the 17 miles round trip. The first ten minutes, I try to block out of my head so I just try to get into the flow of things, and then after the up and down hills at about 8 miles I am blissfully happy. I love the crisp air, the hill just as I get to the lake where I coast for a good 3 minutes down to the rocky beach, and the solitude. I'm the only one there, or so it seems, to enjoy. Hopefully, I'm able to go again tomorrow.