I realize this morning that if I look out my kitchen window, I cannot accurately gauge the rainfall on the puddle since there are trees directly above. The better way to do it is to look out the front near the driveway puddle.
With that in mind it was lightly drizzling when I left. I would've made the 818 but it was delayed by 13 minutes. Rather than book it to RVC for a train that'd leave simultaneously, I sat and waited.
My right headphone is still crapping out on me. I thought I'd fixed it up but apparently not. Sometimes it's fine, like when I'm at work or the odd gym session, but on the bike there's certainly something wrong with it. Listening to the opening of I'm With You is hampered by this, as only my left side can truly enjoy it.
One of the hardest parts about riding in dampness is keeping traction with the pedals. Intermittently, I have to realign my feet. Sometimes I feel a strain in my ankle but it quickly subsides.
Am wearing my sweatpants today, as yesterday's return ride was unpleasant at best. I don't regret riding in the rain but I also do not like it. I know it's a contribution toward my leanness, and sometimes I imagine myself in an alternate dimension as the same me, only without the biking and I can envision the slightest expansion of my gut. That cannot happen on my watch, if I can avoid it. However, last nite, while wearing the red "Dodgeball" shirt I was drenched. I was smart about everything, however, but it was coming down hard. My feet were soaked and the train ride home could have been worse (anyone remember last year's tornado?) but it's the worst in recent memory.
At the WFC, there's no longer a little pedestrian incline so I have to stop there and move the bike onto the sidewalk. Minor inconvenience, but an inconvenience all the same.
Thank you for reading.
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