I’m OK if it rains when I’m already out, but if it rains beforehand I struggle. So there I am getting my kit on for the wednesday afternoon bash with the ROCC, the sky is getting darker and darker, the wind is gusting, the forecast is awful. With about 10 minutes to go it starts raining. It’s been on and off all morning, though Carla managed a good hour and a half around Cognac le Foret with sunny spells!
Light rain at first, then harder and harder. Surely only a madman or someone who’s paid an entry fee would ride in such weather. But I must train, so, it’s a turbo session. A 10 minute warm up followed by 8 * 3 mins @ >90rpm recovering to 120bpm before going again. It’s mindnumbingly dull stuff, and on the last 3 i’m fighting hard to keep cadence, but it’s done.
I feel so much hate for the turbo, I feel cheated by the weather, I’m not happy, I consider stripping to the waist and whipping myself with a wire coathanger! I have a cup of tea instead. Well what would you have done? 🙂