I went out for a quick bike ride this morning. I didn’t have time for a long one today, but still wanted to sneak in a fast five miles or so before the weather closed my window for the day.
This felt indescribably wonderful. It was only about 65 degrees, but I was at the point during my ride where I’m usually grateful to spot a sprinkler and steer my bike through the spray. Getting completely rain-soaked kept me cool, made me laugh, and caused several passing motorists to shoot me looks suggesting that they
thought I might enjoy a warm towel questioned my judgment believed I should pedal directly to the local loony bin.
I couldn’t stop yet — this felt too good.
I ended up riding nine miles, hanging up the helmet only because the rain was making it difficult to see through my sunglasses (there was no sun to block, but today they functioned as tiny windshields) and because I thought I’d better not push my luck on the slippery pavement, given my
slightly pathetic tendency to have humiliating accidents.
I don’t mind explaining my bruises, but I’d rather not return to the ER just yet.
UPDATE: I love the internets.