Woman Vs. Nature

While out of town for the weekend I found it pretty difficult to squeeze in all the workouts I was supposed to. So, out of guilt, I decided to hop on my brother-in-law's-grandpa's-relic-bike (no, seriously) and blast out a ride between storm fronts during a rainy Labor Day.

Started out fine...then I hit a hill...perhaps the mother of hills. Did I mention that I was riding my brother-in-law's-grandpa's-relic-bike? It had these ancient metal shifters that took vice grips to move. I crawled up the hill to the temple at the crest (a spiritual analogy, no less), wheezing and pushing—there was the end!—yes, I can see it—almost there...wait...but where did all those black clouds come from?

Just as I reached the top and met the full glory of the temple view, I was blasted by a storm. It was like I crashed into a wall. But not just a regular rain wall, a wall of hail. It stung like needles.

I turned around immediately and fled home. It was a race against the wind, literally. And just as I pulled into the driveway, the storm caught up. But too late! I beat it! Probably the only thing—man or nature—that I will beat in this whole Tri adventure.