Don't you just hate it when it rains on a Sunday. I don't mind so much in the week as I spend most of my time in doors, but please God can we have a Sunday boycot on rain.
I was all set and ready to go out at 8am for a cheeky ride out on my todd but then the most amazing thunderstorm took root. The kids thought it was fantastic as they watched it from their bedroom window. It must have been impressive to drag them away from Nick Jnr! I thought it would never stop. Then all of a sudden it was blue skies just like nothing had happened. I decided to take a chance and try and get out for at least an hour, so off I went.
Everything was fine until 15 minutes into my ride and I could feel the patter of rain hitting my xenon jacket. It didn't bother me at all until finally the heavens opened up again. The route I had planned that morning was to take in as many hills as possible. Now this did not present a problem going up, but on the downs it was a nightmare. Losing all braking control was not a great thing and I prayed that nobody stepped out in front of me as I thought there was no way I'd be able to stop in time.
I couldn't get that picture of Lance training on the Alpe out of my head, you might have seen it on U-Tube, that kept me going all the way round.
I arrived home, washed the bike and then sank into a chair with a nice cup of hot tea. The crazy house theme continued as my wife then left for a 14Km hill climb running session, and she thinks I'm mad.
originally posted 28/11/2006
