Yesterday was one long misty drizzle.
It was slate gray all day – it was Sylvia
Plath personified by weather.
I had recently read a blog about training outdoors when it
rains, something that, quite frankly, NEVER occurred to me. It just seems silly -ride a bicycle in the rain? The motorists already hate me. Insert a
rainstorm and I’m sure every driver on Bay Road would be angling towards enormous
puddles to create optimal splash patterns all over my brightly colored lycra
riding gear! (the riding gear IS a little
ridiculous sometimes)
Anyhow, something came over me yesterday. It may have been that my house smelled like
WEED. (I can’t go into this online, just
know, I was not a happy well adjusted mother yesterday) So I got on my gear and I grabbed my oldest’s
Rugby jacket. I hopped on my bike and started pedaling.
The rain was pretty solid at this point. The rugby coat worked to deflect SOME of the
drops, and to make me feel twenty again-- but my socks and shoes were soaked through in a matter of
minutes. Cars drove by me. I got splashed. I got dirty.
Then one girl in the passenger seat of a SUV game me a wave – not a “you’re
insane” wave, but a “you’re awesome & not afraid of the rain” wave. I pedaled harder. My legs looked strong with all that water
beading on them. I was shocked at what a great workout I was having. I learned what to do with a big puddle –
stand on your pedals and use your knees as shock absorbers – after all it may be a giant
pot hole under all that water. I got
wetter and wetter. It was laughable after a
while, all that grime, my ass killing me -- but it was fun!
So here’s what I learned.
Don’t give up the rainy days.
There is work to be done. When I
got home, I felt like a rock star! A
dirty smelly sore rockstar, but still a rockstar. And who knows, my next race may be conditions like this...and I'll be ready!
And the best quote I heard yesterday, which I
want to share is this:
Climb the mountain so you can see the world, not so the
world can see you. It’s true -- a fulfilled
life will happen, when you’re thinking of bigger things.
Rock On Rock Star! Climb that mountain and laugh while doing so!
ReplyDeleteNow, back to the topic of weed?! hahah
Happy Fathers Day to Pete and your wonderful Dad!
Peace,
Nothing like making yourself a human windsheild, but after a long hot shower, it kinda goes away. I'm happy and inspired by you for getting out there. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks all. Now with this Dante's 5th circle of hell Massachusetts weather, I need to do a post on "Why I train in Heat." Wait, no....another day, my typing fingers are too sweaty!
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