Convincing myself I am doing enough is the hardest part. The work equals a lot more than I think. Settling into winter I gather the keys every night to open the lock the next day. Secure and warm, lightly plodding my path, different as it is. The warmer weather just means more time and distance, not more work.
I was out there, on either side of sunset, no light at the end other than the snowpacked road glowing like a little ribbon to show me the way back. After working all day and not enough new snow to fix the abysmal nordic conditions the bike was the logical call. Quietly pushing through winter, absorbing the quizzical looks, getting my work done, the extra maintenance only makes the quiet KMs better, warm almost the whole time and happily turning over the pedals.