adam svec’s enemy swimmer

This is the time of spring that is a bit strange while being extremely pleasant.  The cyclists circling the lakes are over zealous about their speed.  They are trying to burn off all those calories they’ve acquired over the winter in ten minutes of really hard pedaling.  The general populous has shed too many layers too quickly.  While 52 degrees is a really nice change from 22 degrees, it is by no means beach weather.  Minnesotans tend to lube up there two-cycle outboard boat engines and throw the towels in the picnic basket before the ground has thawed.

This period between cell-destructive cold and suffocating humidity is a precious time to embrace the outdoors.  It allows you to enjoy the mellow streets and paths before the angry heat grabs hold of Minnesota’s steering wheel and drives it right into the center of frizzy-haired-back-sweat-mosquito-bite hell.