…Wind, Rain, Dark and Cold. All four horseman were out riding with me this morning as 30 MPH winds first batted me sideways, before settling down and driving cold stinging rain into my face for three long miles. Dark and Cold were in close attendance adding their own brand of misery.
Riding in these conditions sometimes feel like a tax on the stupid. And maybe it is â€“ the seeds of my downfall were planted last night with the abandonment of a resolution to pre-pack the commuting bag ready for morning. The alarm trilled irritatingly as it always does at 6:30am and as normal I flail around wildly trying to cancel it/break it into a thousand small pieces so not to wake my wife. From there on in, things kind of went downhill.
Itâ€™s dark. Really proper dark where I live with no streetlights and no close conurbations. But thanks to the miracle of electric light, Iâ€™m able to dress in sufficient expensive gear to waterproof a small elephant before heading out into the cold and moistness of a winterâ€™s morning. Today I headed back in a number of occasions for keys, water bottle, work shirt, etc. Thatâ€™s what happens when laziness overrides common sense leaving me standing uncertainly in the kitchen, head swaying from side to side, trying to remember what Iâ€™ve forgotten.
As may be apparent Iâ€™m not a morning person. My cognitive functions refuse to operate before daylight creeps over the horizon and they have been fortified by a strong cup of coffee. Their response to any enquiry before such precepts have been fulfilled is to flip a neural â€œV” sign and suggest consulting the hind brain instead which may be able to help. It didnâ€™t and I had a train to catch so off I went with the fifth horseman â€“ more a pit pony really â€“ â€œdoubt” riding alongside.