Downpours and Metaphors

So the sun finally allowed me to do some outside bikeing this weekend. yesterday my ride was cut short (aka i didn't leave enough time to finish it). because i had a concert to sing and and had eaten the wrong thing at my break and was feeling overall crappy.

but today. wow today. 75km. yeps. 75.

it's amazing the peace that i can find listening to that stubborn squeek of my one cycling shoe, avoiding stupid drivers, and watching the scenery fly. i think because so much information is going in my brain, it has a chance to calm itself and focus on only a few things. if that doesn't make sense i'll loan you my head for a day. then you'll understand.

i divided the ride into 2 equal parts so i would have a change to eat and refill my water (with powder body fuel type stuff). the first half was great. i paced two riders on fancy bikes going up gordon hill. the sun was out, no wind, no too many crazy drivers on the road, it felt great. metaphor number one came around kortright and ironwood, i saw a cute little red squirrel run out into the street, trying to get across. it made it across 3 lanes then freaked out and turned back only to get compleatly smucked by a car (poor little guy). the lesson, if you're heading in one way and things are going alright keep going, if you second guess yourself, you'll definatly learn your lesson.  so yes i know not exactly a metaphor but i'm no english major (if that already wasn't obvious).  but i made it thought the first half came home had an amazing bowl of pasta, peanut butter and bbq sauce (which i have decided is now my new favourite pre and mid workout meal)  and set back out on my bike.

now mind you i did check the weather. i looked at the radar and saw that big line of red coming directly towards us. i thought i had enough time to make it home before it hit. second metaphor (which again may not even be a metaphor) you can not outrun a storm by running perpendicular to it. which is what i was trying to do. so yes i got soaked. i was at the boathouse (about 5 mins from home) when the sky opened up. i got soaked.  metaphor number three. sometimes gettting stuck in a storm is inevitable, it's best to breathe, and keep on moving, cause the storm will pass.

and look pictures!

A boi and his bike (and his giant beard)

My calf muscles!