You know in Lord of the Rings where their journey just seems to go on and on? That was my journey to work today.
I surprised myself and got out of bed early today (8:30) to go to the gym before work. It was raining fairly solidly.
By the time I got back from the gym, showered and read to ride my bike into work, it was absolutely pouring! The heavens opened up and a deluge assaulted me on my bike. Those rain pants that used to make me feel invulnerable are gone. The wind gusted so hard that the small downhill section of road was slower then the uphill section. The hood on my rainproof jacket instantly blew back, and the only thing keeping me sane was the music from my ipod. The cold rain pelting me in the face gave me a much better appreciation of good weather.
About half-way to work, suffering through the journey with my soaked pants my back tire went flat. I must have pinched the back tube going through a pothole i didn't see because the entire fucking road was covered with water. I hopped off my bike and walked the rest of the way to work. The last corner I turned had around 25 mph gusts of wind. It was quite exciting. I felt like strider. And I wanted anyone to get in the way of me; rangers don't take shit from anybody.