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cycling into strong wind

the journal of Michael Werneburg

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Toronto, 2017.11.16

I rode in against a biting 30kph wind this morning, fallen leaves flapping wetly and low clouds skudding. November in Toronto, what more can I say. All the greater the sense of accomplishment when I got to the office. And the piles of leaves left in the cycle lanes on Woodbine were cleared away.

On the way home, it was in tiny dry crystals of snow. At least that 30kph was at my back. I was blown across the city.

rand()m quote

It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by the dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions and spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who, at worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly; so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory or defeat.

—Theodore Roosevelt, Jr.