So after a week of beautiful weather while we were all working I couldn't wait to get out on my bike and get some proper miles in. Checking the weather forecast at work on Saturday didn't exactly fill me with joy; Sunday morning, rain and thick cloud. Well I am ever the optimist so up I got at 7am on a Sunday (who does that?) got my gear on ready to go. I'm sitting there eating my porridge and the rain starts and I'm thinking "will I, won't I"? The bike is ready, I'm ready (I didn't get up at that time on a Sunday for nothing!) I'm going! By the time I lock the front door the rain has stopped and off I go heading to the edge of the peak district. It's always good to get a wee climb in, not a crazy climb but a climb, I'm not at full fitness yet! Just over 60 mile trip and I'm back in Manchester and not a drop of rain has hit me. Plenty of sunshine and gusts of wind so strong I was using all my strength to keep the bike on a straight path while climbing a hill on a 50mph road with plenty of cars heading for the peaks for the day. Cycling is never dull and think of the core workout just trying to keep upright!
A completely different 60 mile route yesterday over into Cheshire was relatively flat but why oh why is the wind never pushing you along? I felt like one of those little birds you see flapping their wings and going nowhere. Still loved it though. It really makes up for working Saturday mornings when I get to skip the Monday morning blues and get out on my bike, even if I am being battered every which way by the wind and the horrendous potholes. Maybe that's the reason they only drive 4x4 in Cheshire dahling!
So the moral of the story is, when the folk at the met office say it's going to rain, take it with a pinch of salt. Look out your window and take a chance. You might want to pay more attention to wind speed though!
Now can I figure out how to get out of my road without having to get up at silly o'clock to avoid the Greater Manchester Marathon road closures next Sunday??