You probably can’t see the scattering of raindrops on my sunglasses, proof that I chose wisely when I decided to go for a run at 7:30 this morning instead of waiting to see whether the skies cleared.
The forecasts from the National Weather Service and Weather Underground were for … well, frankly, they were for shit. No common ground. One declared that it was already raining (it was not) and might be doing so again later. The other? “A chance of showers, with thunderstorms also possible after noon.”
Well, there’s always a chance of something happening somewhere. It’s what makes life worth living. There’s a chance that Jeebus might come back, give Orange Julius Caesar a sandal right in the ballroom, and deliver a new gospel over his squealing carcass: “This is not what I had in mind at all, y’all.”
But I’m not betting the rancho on it.
I did catch a few sprinkles on my run, mostly on the return trip. But they added up to bupkis on the rain gauge.
So naturally I’m sitting here wondering whether I should’ve gone for a ride instead.
But, chance being the fickle bitch that she is, Jeebus is probably waiting out there to give me the other sandal in the chamois and proclaim, “Nope, not him either. Sheesh, you people and your false prophets. Do I have to hire a babysitter every time I step out for a couple thousand years?”
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Not a drop up here so far. I ran the glass over to the recycling center and then took Annie up to the dog park. During that time, it started clearing from the earlier overcast.
I did take the big plunge yesterday and set up the Stumpjumper like a mountain bike again rather than its recent city bike incarnation, and did a loop around La Tierra Trails. Felt pretty good and I managed to get up this morning without help from crutches or paramedics, so I guess that experiment worked. I was slower than molasses in January, but that is to be expected given I’d not done that kind of ride since last summer.
Just to be sure, I still have the Marathon Plus rubber mounted on a spare set of hoops for that bike, just in case reason prevails. Those actually do pretty well on the Rail Trail cinder, as long as one doesn’t try to corner too hard.
Good on you, getting back on La Tierra. The recovery proceeds!
My main concern about double-boingers is that if I had one, I would probably ride it on trails where I needed one. Oopsadaisy, etc.
They say chicks dig scars but Herself is kinda over waiting for wounds to heal and start looking all sexy an’ shit.
Yeah, it was obvious to me that I had not ridden singletrack in nine months. As in oops, oh shit….let me get off and walk this one….where is that line I remember…I think I am going too fast…ok, I didn’t crash on that one. And after an hour, my upper body was really tired and I was making mistakes.
But still, it felt good to beat myself up again.
I’ve been off the trails for about three weeks as my back gradually clicks back into place. Rode some real basic trails and a long stretch of sandy wash on the Soma Double Cross on Sunday, but I wasn’t trying to impress anyone, not even myself.
After a night of whistling wind and dark clouds quickly scudding past, we only got 1/10″ of rain. But, at least cheeto jeebus hasn’t sent Buford T. Justus after me. I heard he was going to be the next FBI head.
Looks like I enjoyed two rare moments of insight today: the first, when I decided to run early; and the second, when I decided not to follow the run with a ride. It’s raining. Not a lot, but every little bit helps, yeah?
You want rain? Well sir the Mitten State can give you enough to float the British Navy circa 1760. Had to cancel some outdoor plans today and likely all week as well. Taint fair… youse desert rats should be getting some of this. But the 2022 Bordeaux is propping us up in the meantime. Funny that… wine prices were supposed to implode when the tariffs were levied but damn if prices are cheaper then petrol.
You folks get all the weather, swear to Dog. Out here we got March and May all switched around on us.
The wind, of course, is omnipresent, like bad news from DeeCee. Ballroom? Why’s this guy need all that room for those tiny balls?
No worries mi amigo. We be putting a pipe in the Great Lakes next to suck them dry.