Bad week

Well, don't expect anything too humourous in this entry as I've had a crap week.

Been getting fitter and fitter on the bike (what with Canada being great for cycling in) and had started cycling to/from work (about 10 miles each way).

Anyhoo, Tuesday night, it's a little drizzly when I left, nothing outrageous and as someone who lived in the IOM who cares about a bit of rain.

Two miles later, it's getting close to a downpour. I had to stop at a shop and ask for a plastic bag to put my MP3 player in. Another mile later I decide to get off the main roads as they're starting to flood and the cars are starting to look scary. The rain at this stage is well beyond anything the IOM can produce.

One more mile and the thunder starts. One more mile and the lightning and the thunder are happening simultaneously (you know what that means).

The lightning starts taking the piss out of me, jumping from cloud to cloud directly overhead. Teasing me and my petty life.

The rain has now moved beyond power-shower strength. The roads are now rivers of water, the level up to the height of the pavement at each side. The lightning is angry with me.

At this stage I am sprinting(as much as one can sprint when the water is 6 inches deep) from one streetlamp to the next, assuming the lightning will hit the lampposts before me. I'm also thinking "lightning won't strike a cyclist as the tyres are rubber". Then I'm thinking "my metal wheel rims are below the water level" and "anything that can leap from the clouds to the ground through thin air is gonna have no problem vapourizing my tyres".

The final 4 miles I am shitting myself. Haven't been as scared since I was a child.

There is lightning everywhere, the rain is soooo heavy it's slowing me down.

I finally get to my street and I think "it would be typical to get hit outside my house" and I speed up, swing into my drive (which is running like a river), aquaplane, fall off, slide UP my drive and under our car (parked in the garage).

Now a cyclist, still attached to his pedals, lying (sliding) on his side will not actually fit under a car. Something has to give......in this case my ligaments. For those who know me, this is not a new thing.

So now (5 days later) I'm sat on the couch, ice on leg, feeling sorry for myself.

Life sucks

Lots of love

p.s. the Power-Shower comparison is NOT an exaggeration. The rain here is f**kin ridiculous when it finally falls.