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The weather’s broken. It would rain for a while, then it would stop. Sometimes — sign it with me! — the sun’ll come out (“tomorrowww!”) for a few minutes, but thunder would be heard from the distance, approaching. But then, most of the time the rain will just stop without letting the sun out, it seemed it would just take a quick break then dump another round of rain suddenly.
Today was an exception… or so I thought.
The day started out normally, for a sunny day. It was bright outside, but the sun was still partly hidden behind some clouds. A few moments later the sun was out shining. I felt the urge to ride, but I still needed to help my wife take care of the kids before they have to go to school, but also I wasn’t in the mood to ride in mud — like what I mentioned earlier it has been raining on and off.
While helping my youngest prepare for school I decided to go out and ride, then get back before they all arrive home from school, planning on doing a few laps up the SMI hill, maybe even try different intensity levels while climbing. I was stoked, though not quite excited as I know I’ll be staying on pavement for this ride. Nevertheless, putting in some saddle time on the road (on my mountain bike) is still better than nothing.
As I climb the first slight incline of Town & Country, the first private subdivision I pass through to get to Daang Hari, which serves as my real warm up, I can’t help feel the satisfying rush of climbing go through my veins.
Turning the curve at the top of this slight incline I take in a deep breath, pedal lighter, and took a sip from my water bottle. Then I looked straight ahead. I noticed something different on the top part of the scene before me. It was dark. Good thing I know I wasn’t blacking out. It was the sky. The sky and clouds in the general direction that I’m going was real dark. Something out of a sci-fi movie.
Shit, I thought. I still pedaled on, while debating with myself if I should continue or just turn back. I couldn’t decide if I was in the mood to ride in the rain or not.
My pedaling speed was becoming erratic. At first I was pedaling fast, then I would pedal lighter, then just coasting. Still undecided.
With the dark-clouded area getting nearer and nearer I assumed the rains would go on for hours, maybe even until after dinnertime. If I continue on and still ride in the rain visibility will surely get very low. Since I will be plying a wet Daang Hari during rush hour under the strong pounding rain I decided to both opt for safety and dryness.
I turned back. I laugh at myself for backing out. But I could just imagine the horror my wife will feel if I enter the house dripping wet with my bike.
A few minutes after arriving home the rain started. It didn’t gain momentum… because it already had momentum. Strong rains all throughout the night…
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The weather’s broken. It would rain for a while, then it would stop. Sometimes — sign it with me! — the sun’ll come out (“tomorrowww!”) for a few minutes, but thunder would be heard from the distance, approaching. But then, most of the time the rain will just stop without letting the sun out, it seemed it would just take a quick break then dump another round of rain suddenly.
Today was an exception… or so I thought.
The day started out normally, for a sunny day. It was bright outside, but the sun was still partly hidden behind some clouds. A few moments later the sun was out shining. I felt the urge to ride, but I still needed to help my wife take care of the kids before they have to go to school, but also I wasn’t in the mood to ride in mud — like what I mentioned earlier it has been raining on and off.
While helping my youngest prepare for school I decided to go out and ride, then get back before they all arrive home from school, planning on doing a few laps up the SMI hill, maybe even try different intensity levels while climbing. I was stoked, though not quite excited as I know I’ll be staying on pavement for this ride. Nevertheless, putting in some saddle time on the road (on my mountain bike) is still better than nothing.
As I climb the first slight incline of Town & Country, the first private subdivision I pass through to get to Daang Hari, which serves as my real warm up, I can’t help feel the satisfying rush of climbing go through my veins.
Turning the curve at the top of this slight incline I take in a deep breath, pedal lighter, and took a sip from my water bottle. Then I looked straight ahead. I noticed something different on the top part of the scene before me. It was dark. Good thing I know I wasn’t blacking out. It was the sky. The sky and clouds in the general direction that I’m going was real dark. Something out of a sci-fi movie.
Shit, I thought. I still pedaled on, while debating with myself if I should continue or just turn back. I couldn’t decide if I was in the mood to ride in the rain or not.
My pedaling speed was becoming erratic. At first I was pedaling fast, then I would pedal lighter, then just coasting. Still undecided.
With the dark-clouded area getting nearer and nearer I assumed the rains would go on for hours, maybe even until after dinnertime. If I continue on and still ride in the rain visibility will surely get very low. Since I will be plying a wet Daang Hari during rush hour under the strong pounding rain I decided to both opt for safety and dryness.
I turned back. I laugh at myself for backing out. But I could just imagine the horror my wife will feel if I enter the house dripping wet with my bike.
A few minutes after arriving home the rain started. It didn’t gain momentum… because it already had momentum. Strong rains all throughout the night…
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