Oh good, It's still raining....
Early in the week the weekend looked rainy. As the week went on the forecast just got
wetter and wetter. Friday at work I was
trying to get myself psyched up for a solo slog on Saturday. I even contemplated sending a team email
along the lines of, “Saturday sucks, time is running out, who wants to suffer
with me?”
El Jefe’s strong shoulders have borne the mantel of
leadership and so it was that he sent out the invitation to join in the
Reindeer games on Saturday. Five fools
gathered in the pouring rain for a three and a half hour ride.
Our expressions told the story, “Yeah it’s ugly. Let’s
get this over with.” I joined El Jefe’ The Judge, Turntable, and
Sombrero under the grey Seattle skies.
We climbed, we pacelined, we shed layers, we put them back on, we ate,
we drank and we paid our dues.
In years past I can recall April training rides in the
Snohomish valley under bright blue skies.
Sun on our arms and legs as we churned along happily. Long rides where
the kilometers just flew by as we played with short attacks and mini
breakaways.
This was not that.
We haven’t seen each other in shorts yet in 2018. Our summer adventure should be warm. I know I am thinking about that warm sunshine
every day as I ride indoors or as I layer up for another wet ordeal.
Like fun, only not quite fun
We find take solace that rainy and 9C is a lot better
than rainy and 2C. Yet my pale arms beg
for sunshine. Where art thou
spring?
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