I woke this morning with an urge to ride my bike. It had been a few weeks since I had been able to go riding, due to being out of town. But when I looked out the window it was a Dutch Day.
It rains a lot in Holland. Holland is right on the coast of the North Sea, across from Great Britain. Since Holland was reclaimed from the ocean, it is basically flat. Really flat. That makes it a great place to bicycle. And all the Dutch people do a lot of bicycling. Even when it rains.
It wasn't raining very hard when I woke this morning. And the urge to ride was really strong (I was very surprised by this, since my cycling trips haven't begun to be immensely enjoyable quite yet). I got dressed and started to head out the door. But in the time it took me to get dressed the rain had become a stronger downpour. The urge to ride wasn't THAT strong.
I went back in and waited it out. About an hour or so later it had stopped raining. The sky was still cloudy so instead of my (now) usual 5 mile route I decided to take the 2 mile route and repeat it a time or two, just in case the rain started up again. I made it around twice before my hips started bothering me. Plus I was a bit winded since I hadn't ridden for so long.
The best part was that when I came by my house after the first trip I wasn't tempted to stop at all. I kept going.
In the cloudy cool weather I felt like a true Dutch Girl.
For those of you who don't already know this about me - I am 100% Dutch. My parents immigrated to the US before I was born, but so far in my genealogy research I have only found one relative, back in the mid 1600's, who was not born in Holland.
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