No, it’s not writing, but it sounds like it. There was some rain in the forecast today, but supposedly it was just going to be a few showers in the middle of the day. So, I decided to ride to work. It’s been a particularly rough week for various reasons, and riding calms me. I got ready, walked outside, locked the door, and as soon as I turned to walk to my bike I felt some sprinkles. I paused for a moment, considered driving, and said, screw it. A little rain never hurt anyone. It sprinkled all the way to work, but I didn’t get very wet at all. I hoped it would dry up by quitting time.
It didn’t. It rained softly all day, so I got to ride home in the rain. I haven’t ridden in the rain since I started riding again last year, so I was a little nervous. I’m not that worried about myself, it’s all the other nutjobs out there. My coworkers gave me no end of grief on what a great day I chose to ride into work. I told them, “Better getting wet on the way home, where I have dry clothes, than on the way in.”
I suited up and headed home, expecting a nervewracking ride through the peak of rush hour. Then I realized something surprising – the rain didn’t bother me at all. Sure, I was even more observant of my surroundings than usual, but I wasn’t at all stressed out. By the time I got home, I was more relaxed than when I left work. A rainy rush hour is infinitely better on my bike than in my car. I’ll just be sure to dig out my rainsuit, then I’ll be ready to ride to work a lot more often.
(I haven’t done any more editing since my last post. My online critique group has decided to take a bit of a break, since we all seem to be at a bit of a standstill. We’re going to regroup at the end of June, and most likely start up again in July. That gives me time to catch up on the 4 critiques I still haven’t reviewed.)
