Well, I tried to outsmart Mother Nature and as usual she proved once again who has the upper hand. First, I thought I would ride in the morning, but it rained like crazy... no ride. Then my wife and I went to the movies. After that, I thought there was an opening in the clouds. Before I could get on the bike it was raining again! At this point, I decided I was destined for the garage with the trainer or off to the gym to do some squats and other leg work. Ok, I really hate both of these options and, therefore, I went with my original plan that is, find an opening, and ride towards it.
So, the weather finally relented and I could see clear spots and, BAM!!!, I'm out the door and in the saddle. I managed to get about two miles into the ride before the weather caught me. It started with a bit of a drizzle. I decided that I just didn't care I was going to keep cranking forward. It was at about this point that I saw another person on the opposite side of the road. I was wondering if he was smarter than me which would mean he was "heading home realizing the real stuff was coming". While I don't know the answer to that question I was still just getting rolling. I did make one concession, deciding to do 20 miles instead of 30+ (my original goal was a 50 mile loop).
The ride was actually going pretty well, albeit, I was riding slowly because I don't think I ever warmed up before the rain came. As I was heading out Sycamore Valley Road the rain started to pick up a bit. Ok, I am starting to notice it now. No cyclists but me anywhere, but a female jogger runs by in a tank top and shorts. She is clearly more deranged than I am (at least I have a jacket on). She smiles, I smile. They are the crazy smiles of people that have some sort of shared kinship. Maybe it is due to the fact that we both probably realize everyone who sees us thinks we are daft. She is clearly not all there.
Alright, I am finally in the home stretch heading towards Dougherty Road and the fountains. Whoops, not so fast, mister, I guess those Armadillo tires aren't flat-proof just like you told Fredsky at TNT training on Saturday. Wow, this tire change could take a bit. My hands and nearly numb and it is your basic downpour now.
I manage to get the rear tire off and change it in about 10 minutes time and get my chilled backside on the bike for the last miles. I am now only thinking about the fact that I don't have another tube. Please no more flats since I can't determine where the flat is in the tube since the rain is so loud (maybe I am just pathetic).
The rest of the short ride is pretty uneventful just a bit cold and wet. I guess I won't need to shower. LOL
I am still very lucky. I don't have cancer and I can make a difference for those that do. I smile as I turn the final corner home. I have my wife take some "you look like a soaked rat" pictures and it is over. By tomorrow, I will ready to do it all again due to selective cyclist memory.