Potholes and puddles

The forecast was for a cloudy morning and wet afternoon. So I headed out for 3 steady hours on the bike in the morning. It wasn't a time trial so I wasn't flat out but I wanted a decent average speed. 40 minutes in the heavens opened and not only was I drenched but the rivers flowing down the streets meant you couldn't tell if it was a pothole or puddle approaching. Add to that the mud from the farmers tractor and it was becoming very dangerous.I decided for safety reasons to head home. That was until I met up with a friends son who is a good cyclist and was also heading in the same direction. Cycling with someone else makes you faster even if you are not drafting which we weren't. I didn't want to hold him back so I worked very hard. By the time we got home we were dry so decided to continue with some hill climbing. Graciously he didn't leave me behind but when we finished, as the rain came pouring down again, I realised I had record my best average time this year. I smiled as I thawed out in the shower with my toes tingling as they started to get their circulation back. Thanks Craig for subtly pushing me and chatting and texting your wife at the same time!