15k on the bike into work today, the bike that was held together with cable-ties and WD40 (or whatever you call that stuff in the blue can)…. anyhow, it bust at the last bend, so it’s now with the bike doctor, where it should have been since last week, if I’d had my priorities right! Anyhow, I had wet cycling shorts and top and jacket from cycling in, the waterproof bike panier failed it’s shop-bought promises and delivered up damp clothes for wearing in the office, and pretty soggy gym clothes for later. Never mind, they all steamed up nicely once I started lifting weights. Hadn’t been in the gym for a week because of pulling a ligament in my thumb – and isn’t it amazing how loathesome the gym is, when you’ve had a break away from it?
I walked home from the gym (because the bike is at the bike doctor) got wet, changed again, had dinner, then jogged to a meeting in the local village. It was dry when I started, but coming back was a different matter. I will in future know what I’m talking about when I read on the news about ‘surface water on the road’. It means there’s a 4-foot pond on either side that you need to wade across when crossing the road. It also means there’s a sunami heading your way, whenever the lights change and the city-slicker 4-wheel drives hit 1st gear… ah well. I’m warm and dry now, and satisfied after eating a salad and resisting the urge for a dirty big curry that would have made me feel better, but ruined all the work I put into training today. Polish the halo and tune into the weather forecast. Quack, Quack, Quack….