Sometimes it Snows in April

Prince has a beautiful song called "Sometimes it Snows in April," and I get to play it all day at least once a year. That day came this past week where not only did we see flakes in late April, but it actually started to accumulate throughout the day. Oy vey. Prince is from Minnesota and he should know better. The song should've been called "It ALWAYS Snows in April."

So the mitten state was feeling beaten and broken, ready for Spring to finally break through, when Mother Nature gave us this Saturday. Mid 60s, sunny as you could ever want, and maybe a little windy (15-25mph), but for we who made snowballs last week, there was little to complain about.

Alaina and I hopped on our bikes and took to the country roads for a 72 mile ride, our longest this year. Although we weren't blazing fast, it was a hard ride in preparation for our first triathlon of the season, the American Triple-T, which is exactly one month away. It's far and away the hardest race series we'll do this year, with 4 triathlons in 3 days. The terrain is hilly -- it's in Southern Ohio at the foothills of the Appalachians -- and every race of the 4 gets progressively longer and more difficult. We won the Co-Ed team division last year, so winning again is definitely on our minds. Hooray for Spring!

Less than a week ago, we woke to this loveliness.

Some thought that Spring would never come.

But when it did, we took to our trusted steeds.

And there were smiles and joy once again.