Changing of the Seasons

I told myself when I started my 2011 training that I would not complain about the winter riding.  I was going to accept that I have chosen to live in the Upper Peninsula and train to be an elite athlete in possibly the worst place to do so, in the early months, in the country.  Well, I'm going to stick to that and not complain but I can say, "I can't wait for a change of seasons," without it sounding like complaining.  I have not missed a day of riding in the month of March and the days I scheduled to ride in February I rode everyone of them.  I have endured some nasty winter days but I have also enjoyed some beautiful ones.  I have also vowed not to ride the rollers more than an hour at a time 2 days a week.  This rule has pushed me outdoors even on the nastiest of days to earn my hours in the saddle.  The last thing I told myself through this first block of base, I'm not going to countdown to my California trip.  That rule I broke this week.  I'm 8 days from leaving for California and I can't help but count down each hour until that time comes.  It could be that the weather is calling for 8 inches of snow (probably going to miss us, thank God.) with a high of 29 degrees all week.  Or it could be that last nights ride felt like I was riding through snow made of peanut butter.  It could also be that I have to fit a huge week in before I leave and the weather decided to be the worst we have had in the month of March.  Oh well, as I said I can't complain and I won't.  I'm just going to saddle up and ride my bike.  What bike?  The weather will determine if it's the Pugsley or the MTB.  For now I'm dreaming of my overnight transformation of the Changing of the Seasons happening the night of March 31st.