Weather Forecasts Stink

I'm sorry, but weather forecasters stink!

I've got a medical appointment today that will require me to take a half of a day personal time off. The good side of that was that I sold myself on the fact that I would have the opportunity to ride my bike to work and to the appointment. My outpatient test will require me to wear some monitoring equipment that must remain dry.

Dressed and ready to go just before 6am, I delivered a cup of coffee to my sleeping spouse and turned on the morning news to wake her up. I stuck around long enough to catch the weather forecast calling for rain showers all day.

Considering the logistical challenges and near impossibility of keeping the medical equipment dry during the ride home, I decided to abandon my plans to ride at the last minute. It's now almost time to for me to leave and look at the sky:

Different Strategy

I doubt that it's a good idea, but I've 100% committed myself mentally to planning for TransIowa Version 6.  Life circumstances have changed and although I still find myself feeling resentful, I am going to try even harder to have a different perspective. (I feel like crap, so we will see how well this works?)

Right now, I am unable to ride to work every day. I had that luxury before, but now am limited to times when when between my wife and I we can coordinate a schedule. So, for purposes of training, I am going to be trying a little different strategy.  More cross-training, perhaps some free-weights, more running (so much as my ankle will tolerate) and some longer rides on the weekends.

Granted, the weather for TransIowa version 4 was absolutely terrible.  Even though I had ridden thousands of miles leading up to the actual event, I think riding EVERY day may have left me a bit more fatigued than I would have liked.  (That's what I am telling myself anyway nearly 2 years removed.)

Started Many Times

I've started either physically started typing or at least thought through the beginning of sharing so many thoughts.  Struggling to keep focused and extremely occupied by trying to concentrate on keeping track of the important things, I've failed to ever finish.  That would include this thought I was about to share and which I've now lost track.