The temperature skidded downward while I was at work. I didn't really realize how much until I got out and onto the path, and didn't realize how treacherous the path was going to be until I started sliding around, and decided now was as good a time as any to figure out alternatives to my usual route.
Plus: not having to wait at a crowded snowy bus stop.
Minus: those first few minutes when your hands get really cold in your gloves.
Plus: the air being cold enough that you don't get slush all over your butt.
Minus: finding out that what was slush this morning is now glare ice.
Plus: discovering whole new routes between work and home.
Minus: having to figure out whole new routes between work and home.
Plus: getting to see your city from a whole bunch of new angles.
Minus: constantly second-guessing where you actually are.
Plus: still being out there in the fresh air.
Minus: shoulder tension from trying to maintain balance on patches of ice.
Plus: your inner superhero factor goes up by a few points.
Minus: your risk of injury also goes up by a few points.
Minus: having to take Alta Vista, which is a couple of miles of uphill grade.
Plus: working up enough of a sweat as a result that your fingers aren't cold anymore.
Plus: zipping past slowed up traffic in the bike lane.
Minus: the bike lane being where the ice lives.
Plus: playing leapfrog with the #8 bus.
Minus: playing leapfrog with the #8 bus.
Minus: not seeing the patches of slush till you hit them.
Plus: seeing your breath when you pull up at a light.