It’s 52 degrees and calm outside right now at 3:50 a.m. It seems not as socked in as yesterday, but it’s early yet — literally. I’m up this morning this time not because of an tresspassing critters, but instead to get my ass on down to the 14th running of the bicycles known as the Acura L.A. Bike Tour, and ensure a spot near the front of the pack of some 15,000 or so others.
I just realized that with the L.A. Marathon I completed in 1994, and all the bike tours (and three orther marathons) since, this marks my 15th consecutive year of getting up the first Sunday in March.
It’s my least favorite part of the fun to come.