Life is such a sweet insanity.
I love life and people. This is a place where I can write down what's happening, what I'm thinking, what I'm seeing and what I'm feeling. After all, life is just one blog entry after another.Saturday, June 19, 2004
Ooh, I Hear Laughter In The Rain.
Even though it was Saturday, I had to go into work for an hour or two today. Sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do.
Anyways, yesterday I became determined that I would start riding my bike into work again. I've sort of been off track on my cycling this year, having only gone on a handful of rides. The spring weather has not been cooperative in the cycling department, however, the last couple of weeks have provided ample opportunity with temperatures in the mid to upper 70s. I've just been lazy.
Mr. Weatherman predicted that today would be more of the same, mostly sunny with a high around 80. Perfect! Mother Nature is cooperating with my plan for a change. When I woke up this morning, I found that it was mostly cloudy and there was a good bunch of wind coming out of the west. The clouds were building and one just knew that there would be rain within the next six hours.
Now normally I would have taken this opportunity to completely wimp out and come up with a million excuses. "I can't find my rain gear." "My chain will get rusty." "The bike will be a mess." "I'll melt in the rain." I think I've only ridden in the rain once. But this morning I decided that I just didn't care. I was going to ride my bike regardless of the weather, and if a tornado funnel came along, I'd welcome the extra 'lift'.
The ride to work went along beautifully. With that stiff wind at my back, I made it the office in record time. I did my thing at work, which took only a half of an hour or so, and then noticed that it had started sprinkling a bit. I futzed around a little more, hoping the little shower would pass, but after another 15 minutes or so, it just wasn't going to let up.
So I hit the road home.
Within two blocks, I was pretty wet. But I have to admit that I absolutely loved every inch of that ride home. I got muddy. I got wet. My chain squeaked. My gears meshed oddly. My legs squeaked. But I survived it. The bike survived it. It started raining steadily about a third of the way home, but let up just before I hit the driveway. I didn't care. I didn't melt. Doom and gloom didn't descend upon me. It was wonderful.
Bring on the tornado!
Anyways, yesterday I became determined that I would start riding my bike into work again. I've sort of been off track on my cycling this year, having only gone on a handful of rides. The spring weather has not been cooperative in the cycling department, however, the last couple of weeks have provided ample opportunity with temperatures in the mid to upper 70s. I've just been lazy.
Mr. Weatherman predicted that today would be more of the same, mostly sunny with a high around 80. Perfect! Mother Nature is cooperating with my plan for a change. When I woke up this morning, I found that it was mostly cloudy and there was a good bunch of wind coming out of the west. The clouds were building and one just knew that there would be rain within the next six hours.
Now normally I would have taken this opportunity to completely wimp out and come up with a million excuses. "I can't find my rain gear." "My chain will get rusty." "The bike will be a mess." "I'll melt in the rain." I think I've only ridden in the rain once. But this morning I decided that I just didn't care. I was going to ride my bike regardless of the weather, and if a tornado funnel came along, I'd welcome the extra 'lift'.
The ride to work went along beautifully. With that stiff wind at my back, I made it the office in record time. I did my thing at work, which took only a half of an hour or so, and then noticed that it had started sprinkling a bit. I futzed around a little more, hoping the little shower would pass, but after another 15 minutes or so, it just wasn't going to let up.
So I hit the road home.
Within two blocks, I was pretty wet. But I have to admit that I absolutely loved every inch of that ride home. I got muddy. I got wet. My chain squeaked. My gears meshed oddly. My legs squeaked. But I survived it. The bike survived it. It started raining steadily about a third of the way home, but let up just before I hit the driveway. I didn't care. I didn't melt. Doom and gloom didn't descend upon me. It was wonderful.
Bring on the tornado!
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