It was ominously dark this morning, and as I pulled on the riding clothes I wondered if I'd be coming home wet -- again. Out the door and down the street, and I can feel a light misty kind of drizzle already falling. The car windshields are wet and a look at the southern sky offers no reason for optimism. Since it was a Friday and I had a pretty good week of training under my belt, I decided to bail. A few minutes later I was back at the house already feeling guilty for not riding, but the dye had been cast, the water was under the bridge, and what had been done was done. Half an hour later the mist had turned into legitimate drizzle, and half an hour after that it was officially raining. Walking out to the car in the rain I at least felt I'd made the right call today.
It's 2 p.m. right now and it's still raining off and on, mostly ON. The weather and the fact that it's a Friday must be having an effect on everyone because my emails and phone calls from this morning have gone mostly unanswered and all I can hear is the rain pounding on the sheet metal outside on the roof. On the plus side, it looks like there will be a group ride on the northshore this Sunday, and I could definitely use some time on the country roads.
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