Knock, Knock

8:30amKnock, knock. Woof….woof…WOOF WOOF WOOF!Uh oh, that’s Heidi. I throw the covers back and run to the back door. There stands Heidi in the pouring rain, geared up. Did I wake you? No, no, it’s just when you said no matter how cold…I didn’t think you also meant no matter how wet. She waited for me patiently and once we were out on the road we rode over our goal of ten miles. Soaked and happy and feeling great, without Heidi I would still be snoozing. Zzzzzzzzzzz