I got up this morning to knock out 70 minutes on the bike. It was super windy, so I convinced myself that I'd be able to tolerate and hour on the rollers. After 30 minutes, I thought I was going to go crazy, so I decided to face the wind, which had died down by that point. I headed toward White Rock Lake on St. Francis and about a 1/4 mile from there I had an encounter with a squirrel that was either suicidal or was looking for an adrenaline rush.
The squirrel was fairly chubby, so perhaps he was out trying to jog off his winter weight. I saw him first as he casually ran off the grass and onto the pavement. I continued my forward surge knowing full-well that the squirrel would reverse direction or increase his speed as soon as he spotted me. However, the squirrel had other plans. Our eyes met and I could feel his beady little eyes looking into my soul as he continued his casual pace across the street. Still being 99% sure the little guy would alter his course, I forged ahead. The our positions were coming dangerously close when I realized that the squirrel had that other 1% in mind. It was much too late for me to alter my course. At this point I was positive I was about to run over the squirrel and end his miserable little life. The only thing I could do was to tighten my grip on my handle bars and hope for a smooth impact so that I didn't hit the pavement and spill blood as well. As I braced for impact, the squirrel pulled an Indiana Jones and slide past my front tire milliseconds before his imminent demise.
The rest of my ride was fairly uneventful, but I did ride a few new hills that will be incorporated in my WRL loops from now on. If you are riding on St. Francis beware of the chubby squirrel.
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