The plan was to ride up a hill or two -- not much in the way of mileage, but a lot (for me) in terms of verticality. I live by the river; my grocery store is on the aptly named "Ridge Road", so saying that we were going to go pick up a can of coconut milk to serve with dinner tonight (red lentil coconut curry, yum!) was really a cover story.
Of course, the weather has been teasing us this weekend. Here in the Philadelphia area, the sky is blue for an hour or two, and just when you have enough confidence to venture outside, the sky opens.
Phil and I looked at the blue sky, got our helmets, got our pannier, got our water bottles -- and just as we opened the door, it began to drizzle.
I thought about it for a minute. I mean, I wouldn't have lost any face by saying, "We should wait for this to blow over." But instead, I grabbed my jacket and my shower cap (to go over my helmet, dontcha know) and looked at Phil. He looked back, smiling.
As we went up the first, more gradual hill, the rain was coming in buckets. Passing cars were kind, giving us a four foot margin to avoid splashing us. My Canari "rain jacket" kept me from feeling the impact of each raindrop, and then clung sodden to my skin.
Made the turn to the next hill. Phil was out in the distance somewhere. I stopped to suck wind. The rain had already stopped, but the cars were still splashing.
I stopped twice on this course -- considering I had stopped 4 times the day before yesterday, it was a Big Deal. And this time I did not "reward" myself at the top with frozen custard.
Up and down and 'round in town, splashing in puddles on the trail just so we could: 5 miles.
Proving to myself that I don't melt in the rain: priceless.