Wow, that was Wet!

This morning the weather was doing something I like to call a DAP (Down-Ass Pour). If I’d planned things well, I could have just drizzled some shampoo under my helmet before heading out the door and skipped the shower at the office. Four minutes in, my pants were packing an extra ten pounds of water. Eight minutes in I felt rivulets running down the inside of my not-so-water-resistant jacket, along my forearms and emptying into my gloves. Making a fist created a cute little waterfall. Twelve minutes in, thoroughly soaked, I really started to enjoy myself. My trusty cycling cap visor kept the rain out of my eyes, and I knew my change of clothes was safely tucked away inside my waterproof pannier. I am sure I was grinning as I pulled into the parking garage.

Now happily sipping coffee, I am looking out my window at a surprisingly dry view of South Lake Union and hoping my cycling clothes dry out in time for the ride home. Ride on!