It’s 20. It’s 50. It’s 20. It’s 50

The title is the forecast I have heard the last four morning before leaving the house for a bike commute to work.  No day felt cold and none warm.  In the 20’s, layers. In the 50’s no layers.  As we all know, it’s all in the wardrobe.

I went back to a tried and true, pretty intense weightlifting routing today.  As we say around heya,  “I’m hert’n ffff cert’n”.

Today’s commute began just as the sky way clearing from an early morning rain.  The clouds were clearing and sun began showing itself on a warm, windless day.  My commute is along the harbor of Fairhaven, across the bridge into the city of New Bedford, MA.  It’s very nautical themed.