Wow. Tuesday's KL ride was intense. I saw a rain band heading NE - the same direction as KL. It was moving steadily and I thought I might be able to stay in the sunny sweet spot. I dressed for the worst though:
2 pairs of socks
2 under shirts (wool blend)
2XU membrane vest
Made it as far as Doncaster (?) and a casual glance left revealed a cloud mass extending from the ground to the heaven: dark grey, ominous and angry looking. I grinned, maniacally.
Then a few minutes later grimaced as hail pelted me. The cool thing about hail is it just bounces off you, and doesn't actually get you wet, he though to himself as it pierced the skin on his face. Ow.
After a few minutes of this, the rain came, soaking me to the skin.
I was pushing the hills, my legs feeling rather constrained by the additional layer of leg covering but glad for the temporary warmth.
Finally reach Kinglake and it's cold. 3C, in fact. Commence the climb and halfway up, a small red car has overtaken me and then slows. The driver's side window winds down, a head pops out, unrecognisable through the water droplets covering my sunglasses, and calls out "Go Aaron!"
All of a sudden I feel great, and my tempo lifts, all the way to the .... top ... wow. It's white. All of it. The fields around Kinglake are covered in snow, incredible. 2C. Soaked to the skin. Ow, the descent hurts.
Stop at Smith's Gully and am asked "Why do you do it?" Answer semi-truthfully, "Because it's there!" 4 coconut and jam cookies and a large Iced Coffee milk and I am ready for the trip home.
It goes well, but it's getting dark and im concerned about my blinky being sufficient light for the cars ahead, but make it ok.
Around Doncaster (?) something physiological happens, and I'm feeling great. Must be an endorphin rush. Really, really good.
Thank God it's a recovery week next week.