There is nothing quite as un-motivating as
waking up at 1am to the heaviest rain you have heard, roaring winds, and knowing
that in 4.5 hours, you are due to clamber out of bed, and set off down the road
on your bicycle.
And then you put on your shoes. And they are
soaking wet. To the point that little rivers pour from the holes. At this point,
despite your friends insistence that it is sunny at her house, 2km away, the
grumbling, muttering doubts of your sanity shunt any enthusiasm well out of your
thoughts.
Clipping in, a fine drizzle of melancholy
falling from the skies. Down the road, water still seeping from your shoes,
mocking you with their squelching noises. And then a glimpse of blue, and then
another. The drizzle begins to fade. Up the hill. The drizzle stops. Two
silhouettes waiting at the top of the hill. Roll off together. The sun is out.
The road is magically dry. The wind is encouraging from behind. The clouds
kindly divert their path.
Happy times. Riding with friends fixes
everything. Even the weather.
From: http://bleublancroue.blogspot.com.au Thanks Emma.
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