possibly impossible
and trying to control the weather
It’s been a dry hot summer here.
Despite my head in the sand, the impact of climate change is evident in the hard soil all around me.
I’m really worried.
Without the woods to run away and punish my body for hours on end, what’s going to happen to me?
I might have to set up my trainer and do laps in the basement.
It’s odd eh?
The weather is ‘perfect’ for riding bikes in the woods.
Except.
The forest is tinder dry and there’s no rain forecast. High highs and clear skies for the next two weeks.
The parks are closed and people are itching to do some snitching.
The good people of Nova Scotia haven’t been so giddy since the cockdown of 2020 / 2021.
Even the railbeds beside the ocean are closed.
I’m at loss of what to do.
Nervous too.
What’s going to happen with my fittness?
How will I get my ya ya’s out?
Will I have to start riding on the roads?
It’s odd really.
The sun is shining and each day seems ‘perfect’.
Except there’s something missing.
Possibility
For the foreseeable future possibility has become imp…
