Holy saddle sore! My body feels fine except my butt bones. I was dreading getting back on my bike today, and I had a few more miles to cover.
I wake up and it’s raining out. The rain wasn’t deterring me from wanting to get on my bike, but the fact that I don’t own a single water resistent thing did damper my mood a bit. I kept my inspiration to ride with the movie “Flashdance” with Jennifer Beals in mind. I love the scene of her riding in the rain. Oh to be a welder by day and stripper by night. Haha I’m clearly kidding.
My bike ride into the office, which is about 5 or 6 miles went quick and was rain-free at 45 degrees, so not bad at all. The whole ride, I once again kept having self-defeating thoughts. “If it snows, I’m giving up. There’s no way I can go without a car.”
I have to say that I like how I look after a ride. My face is all flushed with healthy color and I just feel like I look healthier.
My ride to the gym to teach yoga was short and sweet. The weather was in the 50s and misty, very refreshing. I preferred to imagine that it was sea mist. After my class it was time to head downtown for a class that I attend myself. It’s raining out, but not a downpour or anything, so I set out with my construction vest on, looking oh-so-cool.
The most memorable part of my ride was picking up speed down a steep hill and realizing that the sidewalk is turning abruptly at about a 45 degree angle and then straightens immediately back out, sort of resembling a lightning bolt shape. I start thinking of the best way to handle this. There is just no way with my speed and the rain that I can slow down enough to take this turn. So, I then think that I will just ride off the sidewalk through what used to be a parking lot, well it no longer is. As I get about a foot or two from the turn, I realize that it’s a fairly big drop into a mud pit. I hit my brakes and skid sideways. My bike manages to stop and my feet slide into the mud pit. Things could have ended much worse. I realized that it would have been funnier if if my bike hadn’t been able to make the stop and I fly face first into the giant pit of mud. Luckily though, the comedic ending to the story didn’t play out.
As I approached downtown the sky started a pretty impressive lightning show. One thing you have to know about me is I am afraid of almost all weather. It’s not funny. It’s quite sad. I am convinced that I will be struck by lightning. So, for me to be in the rain riding on a few rods of metal in a lightning storm is not a happy place for me. I actually started singing loudly to keep myself from freaking out. If anyone happened to be outside as I went by, I’m sure they would have thought I had escaped the mental ward. But alas, I made it safe and sound, lightning strike-free.
Arriving for class, I was soaked through both layers of my clothes, regardless I felt good about the ride. My mind taking me back to “Flashdance” thinking I look like this:
Class went great and we could hear the lightning striking and the rain really picking up. Fortunately for me a fellow student had just put a bike rack on his car the day before and offered me a ride home. I am so grateful for that.
Day 3 down and next for Day 4, taking on the incredible wind force of Nebraska’s plains.