All Washed Up

Whew, what a wet ride!  I had to get a bunch of things done this morning and early afternoon, so couldn't bike before it started to rain, and I got drenched.  I had to go because it'd been three days since my last ride and I was jonesin', plus it's not clear just how much biking I'm going to get in next week when I'm in Marlboro.

I made it to Mailbox Hill and since I was already soaked, I figured I might as well go all the way to Deep Breath Hill--not like I was going to get any wetter or any drier!  While I was pedaling I started thinking about other wet rides: my first bike without training wheels when I was six, and I rode around in circles in our driveway faster and faster until I wiped out (I screamed bloody murder, and screamed even louder when NTodd's Pa's Wife applied the CamphoPhenique to my wounds); a school trip to Kelly's Island in Put-in-Bay when we biked around the island and got caught in a downpour, and our tents leaked (I got horribly sick right after that); a ride with my friend Rik when we were down in Marlboro doing lab work, and we found a great place to ride that had experienced a lot of flooding (the mosquitoes ate us alive and my shoes took days to dry).

It was actually a pretty fun ride, despite the cold and wet conditions.  I felt like I could've done my ~20 mile loop, but my hands were pruning and my feet were soaked and starting to not feel good, so I turned around at my milestone and ended up doing 8.6 miles at 14.8mph.  Tomorrow's supposed to be chillier, but dry, so I might go for Cambridge to start getting some real distance riding under my belt.

ntodd