I took a self-proclaimed holiday on Thursday, and then never bothered to write on Friday. I am only remembering to write a post now on Monday. Could my motivation be waning?
If there was one thing that could have altered the course of this past weekend it was rain, and boy did it ever rain.
I arrived in Madison on Friday with overcast skies above and having driven through some pretty heavy rain on I20 to get there. With no precipitation falling I set up my tent, in not the best place I would come to find out, and made myself part of the gang. I really didn’t expect to ride but a motion was put forth to ride to Rutledge for lunch, so I rallied.
The ride to Rutledge was fine, though it spit rain often. Those of us who could ride had lunch in town at the Caboose restaurant, and then returned back to Madison for the happy hour. I had three beers at the happy hour and hopped on my bike for the trip back to camp and it started raining again. It was a fairly miserable two-mile ride.
It proceeded to rain.
My tent area was muddy, but not as bad as some of the nearby marshes that were being created.
When I went into my tent, which wasn’t the most waterproof around, the plan was to wake up and pack up my gear because Saturday’s forecast wasn’t looking good.
At 6am I awoke to the sound of someone knocking water from our pavilion tarps, and I realized that at that moment it was not raining. In the dark I put all of my wet camping gear into the M6 (hurray for rubber floor mats!).
I contemplated riding Saturday morning because there was a “window” of opportunity.
And then it proceeded to rain.
It let up for a little while but by that time I had resigned to drive home after lunch because while the company was a lot of laughs, the thought of riding in the rain all weekend provided none.
I drove into Rutledge on Saturday afternoon, had lunch with a couple of the campers, and then said my adieus. I was home in Atlanta by 3pm and spent the next hour reconstructing camp in my basement and hanging things up so that all of my drenched camping gear could dry.
Apparently the rain subsided on Saturday night, which I am sure was a relief for those who remained.
When I saw the torrential rain move in on Sunday morning I was certain that I made the right decision to cut my losses.
My proposed 70+ miles of weekend riding turned into a mere 20+. So much for losing weight this past weekend…
When Life Gives You A Soggy Sack Of Shit
I took advantage of yesterday’s unexpected day in Atlanta by visiting the crowded lavenderia and then meeting my bossy at Lucky’s in Brookhaven for dinner. There we watched the Hawks (basketball?) game and consumed beer and food.
I was home by 8:30pm and exhausted. I was probably asleep by 9:00pm.
No Spoilers Please
I have both The Amazing Race and Mad Men downloaded and will be watching them tonight. I would have already watched TAR but I realized that last Friday’s was a “two-hour” episode and I didn’t want to commit the 87 minutes (when the commercials are removed) to watch it.
It amazes me that a 120-minute program on broadcast television has 33 minutes of commercials.
If The Rain Stops Today
I need to get exercise.