my biking thoughts

I hope I don't regret sharing this randomness, but I suppose most people wouldn't have even read this far into this much text with no pictures (I know I have to use some serious restraint not to just scroll past it) - so hopefully I don't wierd too many people out.

Today I got on my borrowed road bike (which has gears gratefully) and headed out into the drizzle. The temperature was absolutely lovely, and the rain (if you could call it that) was no big deal. It was about 8:15 a.m. and I was approximately 2.5 miles up Milcreek Canyon when the drizzle had become a pour. By now I was pretty soaked through and through. My dads voice was in my head as I started thinking about turning around, he had warned me of such scenario as he got into his car and I got on the bike that morning. Looking up the canyon I couldn't help but notice that the grueling hills were just begining to turn into a lovely winding mountain road. Turning down the canyon I was headed towards the steep hills that kind of made me want to barf only moments earlier, but it was no big deal because I had concured them already! Now I'm screaming down the canyon (not literally luckily) water soaking my socks and the padding in my shorts - gotta love a soggy but, esp when the sogginess is from the foamy water off of the road - anyway, here I am freezing, my legs and fingers are bright pink/red from the rain hitting them at 30 miles an hour, my eyes are blurry from rain getting in my contacts and I realize . . .

. . . despite the pain I am as happy as I could ever possibly be. As bad as it ever gets, being in the mountains is just the greatest. The rest of my ride home my teeth were cold too because I couldn't stop smiling. That's all, that pretty much sums up why I wrote all that.