We have all had the occasional shower during a ride. It starts to drop from the heavens and initial thoughts become ‘meteor-logical”. Right?
Example… The rain begins, generally with a front line. The wind and air pressure drop and you find yourself thinking. Stopping would be a good idea, but then you think… no, not a good idea. Stopping will result in a longer time in the wind/wet and that cannot be good.
You push on through the mess, and if with others… everyone has the same idea, to shelter themselves. But shelter in the rain, becomes more punishing. The guy on the point isn’t drinking in road-water. You cannot complain about rocks in your helmet, if you are trailing the guy throwing them up at you.
Also, in this “logic” sequence come’s the fortitude of riding in the rain. “Mortals” don’t do this… really… They stop, call their spouse or roommate and commiserate in how the loss of favorable weather has robbed them of their ride. Simply put, they ride for enjoyment.
In our Meteor-logical argument we begin to welcome the rain, and significance it manifests of our commitment. We suffer, when training on a sunny day… It’s never easy. So this rain only demonstrates to others that riding competitively requires some NaCl if you are serious. The rain is least of the discomfort. Therefore in our perspective, the rain is an outward symbol of how diligent we are in our cycling practice.
I rolled into the neighborhood, at the tail-end of a moderately dynamic storm. Wind, Rain, Sun, Rain, Hail, Lightening… I slipped into the house, and stripped my kit in the laundry room. Safe and sound, ready to dry-off. Later that day, my neighbor see’s me casually walking in the driveway. He waves and inquires, “Did you ride in that Storm? Did it Hail? Did it hurt?”… to which I reply… “Yeah…” with a wry smile. He was on his couch, looking out the window. I was 12 miles from home, in the countryside with 4 other cyclist, pushing the pace… rotating a pace-line and completing my objective for the day, to solo and/then maximize my suffering when caught by the group.
Little did I know, I would be given such a gift. It was invigorating to be one of the first one’s home that day.
I was running like a “meteor” when my otherwise “logical” side took a back seat…
Example… The rain begins, generally with a front line. The wind and air pressure drop and you find yourself thinking. Stopping would be a good idea, but then you think… no, not a good idea. Stopping will result in a longer time in the wind/wet and that cannot be good.
You push on through the mess, and if with others… everyone has the same idea, to shelter themselves. But shelter in the rain, becomes more punishing. The guy on the point isn’t drinking in road-water. You cannot complain about rocks in your helmet, if you are trailing the guy throwing them up at you.
Also, in this “logic” sequence come’s the fortitude of riding in the rain. “Mortals” don’t do this… really… They stop, call their spouse or roommate and commiserate in how the loss of favorable weather has robbed them of their ride. Simply put, they ride for enjoyment.
In our Meteor-logical argument we begin to welcome the rain, and significance it manifests of our commitment. We suffer, when training on a sunny day… It’s never easy. So this rain only demonstrates to others that riding competitively requires some NaCl if you are serious. The rain is least of the discomfort. Therefore in our perspective, the rain is an outward symbol of how diligent we are in our cycling practice.
I rolled into the neighborhood, at the tail-end of a moderately dynamic storm. Wind, Rain, Sun, Rain, Hail, Lightening… I slipped into the house, and stripped my kit in the laundry room. Safe and sound, ready to dry-off. Later that day, my neighbor see’s me casually walking in the driveway. He waves and inquires, “Did you ride in that Storm? Did it Hail? Did it hurt?”… to which I reply… “Yeah…” with a wry smile. He was on his couch, looking out the window. I was 12 miles from home, in the countryside with 4 other cyclist, pushing the pace… rotating a pace-line and completing my objective for the day, to solo and/then maximize my suffering when caught by the group.
Little did I know, I would be given such a gift. It was invigorating to be one of the first one’s home that day.
I was running like a “meteor” when my otherwise “logical” side took a back seat…