The *@#! ride

This is the inclusive caring sharing hippy site remember, if you want swearies lowey will sort you out :-) Sunday we went riding, called johnnie in the morning to confirm when he started into a coughing fit which sounded like he was hacking up a lung, I wasn't feeling great either. Oh dear. It was poo weather turning even worse as we hit the first climb, all the trails were boggy, visibility was nil, driving incessant rain, headwinds, technique was rusty, distance was a frankly embarrassing 9 miles, 3 ups, 4 downs on slimy slippery rutted trails and by the time we'd finished I was soaking wet and covered in mud. What a great ride, big smile on my face on the drive home. Magic. Good to get out when you can. Still want this bloody rain to stop tho, grrrr.