What is it with the weather we have had since last May. It seems like as soon as I decided to take up triathlon it has rained, or snowed, or been as cold as polar regions in March.
I set off on the bike this morning on my last day in Wales. It was positively balmy at 10 degrees or so and the sun was even trying to peak through. I was on a fairly short blast through the hills (which makes me sound fast) and was enjoying the ride. I turned at the furthest point of the route and was confronted by a massive black cloud in the distance. Maybe I could beat it back to base? No chance, soaked to the skin and careering down hills with dubious control from wet brakes. I am beginning to think that the sound of rain bouncing off my cycle helmet is the normal harmony of a day out.
Flissy was pleased when I put the wet, muddy bike in the boot of our new car to bring it all the way home to the south coast. Well it can't ride on the back of the car, it might get rained on!
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