Thursday, April 11, 2013

30DOB - Day 11

Tears ran down my face this morning. I let them flow instead of blinking them back and keeping them at bay like I do when I'm watching a chick flick.  

They were not tears of joy from the freedom riding a bicycle gives me or from the exhiliration I felt while ripping down Post Street hill. It was 35 degrees this morning and the cold air flowing into my eyes makes them tear up. 
Every time I turned westward the rising sun shining into my helmet-mounted mirror blinded my left eye, forcing the tear ducts to respond. On the outside I was crying like a baby. On the inside I was happy as a clam at high water.   
I passed on today's road find. Although it may have stemmed the flow of many tears, no doubt the five second rule was long since violated.*

*Updated with an idea from Kathy about tying the road find to my tears. I'm married to a smart woman. 


Anonymous said...

Yea, you did ;) Love you!

Hank Greer said...

Uh oh. Now she's checking up on me.