Don't Get Out Much?

My friend Mark used to tease...kind of...about wives of runners. Yes, this could just as easily apply to husbands, and yes you could insert triathlete in the place of runner. Anyway, he said something to the effect that living with a runner isn't much different than living with a dog. To make us happy you basically have to feed us, give us a place to sleep, and let us out every day to go for a run.
Bascially...yeah.
Well, today was only the third day I've taken my ride to the roads. I was out by roughly 8:00 a.m. The temperature hovered around 38' and the wind was out of the wsw steadily around 14 mph with gusts up to 18. Not terribly windy, but it certainly made for an interesting challenge heading out. Of course this also made the return trip smooth sailing.
Admitedly, when I got up, I was expecting to be riding on my indoor trainer, and I was less than motivated to climb aboard my rig in the basement. So, when I saw that the weather was reasonable, I jumped on the chance to hit the open road.
My intent was to go 20 miles before the weather took a change for the worse. However, the clouds on the horizon seemed to be holding off, so I decided to to 25 miles. Then I wanted to see if the road construction was completed on one of my favorite westerly routes from last summer, so I kept going until I hit 15 miles out. At this point I could have kept on going because I was feeling great and enjoying my time out, but I told my wife Maggie, I would be back in about 1.5 hours, so I had to turn around. I knew I would be about 10 minutes late, but I have a  buffer rule in case something goes wrong, so I knew being 10 minutes late probably not even be noticed.
I got back feeling energized and inspired to ride again another day.
It was goot to be out.