Kangatopia

God, I love it when it rains. And raining right now, it is. All dark and stormy outside. It’s actually kind of a nice day to work.

It has in fact been raining for about two weeks. Maybe it’s only been going on for a week. I’m not sure. The timing of my rides is determined by weather radar activity. “I have half an hour before the next storms come through. Go!” And off I go, trying to make it all the way through the route before getting pissed on by the heavens above. It’s worked out pretty well so far. It seems that I clean and re-lube my bike after every ride because of the mud splatters, but otherwise no close calls with out of control cars or bike tires slipping on wet wood or pavement.

Maybe because of the large quantities of seasoning salt I consumed with dinner last night, but I am not yet seeing any significant losses in weight… ie, I’m going up the scale, not down. But, then, in all honesty yesterday was the first “good” day I’ve had in a month or two. I didn’t eat something I shouldn’t have, aside from salt, and I rode.

I really, really love my bike. The past few days I’ve gotten in around 57 miles, but then I don’t really have the luxury of defining my success on a ride by mileage. Mileage has its place, of course - but only in the sense that I have an hour or two hours at any given time to devote to a ride. The overall objective is to see how far and fast I can go in that time, so that 57 miles translates into 4 hours broken across 3 sessions.