Wednesday's training ride on the levee was the usual Wednesday training ride on the levee, although I guess a few of us were still feeling the effects of Tuesday's hammerfest. It was a bit foggy here and there, but otherwise a nice but unremarkable training ride. So I get home, shower, change, eat, etc., and open the basement door to ride downtown to work and ... the street is wet. Damn. Back upstairs to pack my "nice" shirt into the messenger bag and change into an expendable T-shirt for the ride. It wasn't exactly "raining." At least not by New Orleans standards anyway, but there was a very light drizzle falling. Sort of like when you stand under one of those mist things that they have at Disneyworld in the summer that always make me think about Legionella. I decided that it wasn't bad enough to merit rain protection, or even an extra pair of dry socks, so I headed out for the three or four mile commute. The closer I got to downtown, the more water there was on the street and the heavier the drizzle. It seems that a pretty good rain shower had missed my house but had not missed downtown. Luckily, I was just catching up with the trailing edge of it and didn't get very wet.
After staying up way too late last night fooling with websites and trying to metabolize leftover caffeine, it was hard to get out of bed this morning when the alarm clock went off at 5:45. Actually, my feet didn't hit the floor until almost 6:00, by which time I was definitely running late. I glanced at the outdoor thermometer, but somehow the 50-something temperature didn't really register. I pulled on an extra jersey and arm-warmers and rushed out the door into the darkness only to be greeted by a really, really strong north wind. What happened to summer?? It was summer yesterday. It's been summer for two weeks. Where did this come from? I wasn't a block down the road before I started to feel cold. I could hear the wind blowing through the canopy of oak trees above the street. I was tired, underdressed, and unmotivated. When I hit the end of my street my bike made a U-turn and took me back home. Yes, it was all in my head, but sometimes, every now and then, I try to listen to my head. My sincere apologies to all those riders who live in places where it's still freezing cold in the morning. Oh, wait. I take that back. There's lots of "handyman special" property down here in New Orleans where it's easy for anyone with a lick of sense to excel at almost anything, so I guess if you live up there where water falls from the sky in solid form you must like it. Maybe I'll come for a visit. Yeah, in the summer.
Tomorrow I'll be able to deal with the cool air and wind. Maybe even this evening, but this morning all I wanted was a nice cup of coffee.
That's all I got.
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