So today it poured, hard. I woke up for my 7 AM Kennedy clients at about 5:30, knowing I needed to figure out transportation. I looked up the bus schedule last night and knew the bus left City Hall at 6:25 AM, perfect to get me to the club by 7. I remember seeing the bus pass me many days riding out.
So I look outside (in the dark) at 6:15 and think, I'm a trainer for goodness sakes! So I put on my waterproof shell (thanks mom and Larry) and head outside. It didn't seem to be raining that hard when I left, so I packed my backpack full of lunch and a few things and headed out. 2 minutes on the bike, I knew I'd made a dreadful mistake. I was drenched, luckily just on the outside.
So I rode along in the dark, with my headlight, helmet, and flasher on my back. I made it there in record time (talk about motivation) but arrived drenched. Everyone who saw me reacted, in one way or another. I headed to the locker room where I stripped down and rung out my socks... quite literally. Then I tried to blow dry my socks and shoes--not working AT ALL. So on went the soaking wet socks and shoes, only to squish around and prune my feet for the next 5 hours.
After many clients and no break, I finally went downstairs and bought a new pair of socks and blow dried my shoes, the best I could. Then I ate chocolate cake. Yes, I did. My rule today is, if you endure something awful, enjoy the indulgences you don't normally allow. So I had cake, a tuna melt (with cheese!) and sour dough bread with a side of corn chips. All crap I never have, but damn it, I deserved it.
Riding there wasn't as bad as riding home because that early, no one can see you. At 3 PM, everyone stares. Great.
Take the bus next time Jenna, seriously.
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4 comments:
awesome decision... all the way around, but esp on the food!
they do sell water proof bike shoe covers... get some!
xoxoxo
Well, if you get a dog for a rainy day, get a poodle and avoid the puddle.
Of course you got wet only on the outside. What did you expect? It would take an enema to get you wet on the inside.
I shall consider myself lucky I didn't get wet on the inside.
I'll look into the bike shoe covers--although the bus may be a better solution.
Yes, the indulgence did make me feel better :O)
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