It rained again all last night. Not the light drizzle folks in many parts of the country think of as rain, but the heavy, wake you up from a sound sleep thunder type of rain. I lay in bed at 5:45 a.m., as my always optimistic alarm went off, considering whether I was actually desperate enough to break out the mountain bike and try to get in an hour in the rain. I visualized what I might wear - that way-too-big rain jacket I have, the neoprene booties, helmet cover. But it was pointless, really, and would have served only a personal discipline role, catering to some sort of deep-seated neurosis involving fear of death, or worse - Droppage. It has always been the case that my personal statute of limitations for lack of riding doesn't run out for three days. After that, it's either a ride in the rain or, heaven forbid, a sweaty torture session on the trainer.
So I will wait yet another day in this uncomfortable and unsettled state, substituting caffeine for endorphins, and telling myself "It's only January," despite the road race results already starting to filter in from SoCal and the impending Spring races now just a month away. I could drag myself over to the Reily Center, which BTW has the world's slowest-loading homepage, for an indoor workout of some sort, trying to make do on those ridiculous exercise bikes with the easy chair seats and wire racks to hold your copy of People magazine, but frankly I'd rather be riding in the rain.
Which is exactly what I will be doing tomorrow morning if this isn't over.
2 comments:
Randy
have been reading your posts for the past month. love them. just need to tell you that you missed a FINE morning to ride on the levee. Rode in from Destrehan to Xavier..misty but only one big burst of rain..you would have been ok.
Mary
But Mary, don't you realize that the only reason you didn't get soaked was that I didn't ride? The skies were just waiting for me to step out the door!
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