13 Miles

Day 26.

I’m not a big fan of motorcycles, but my parents and my brother are “Harley people.” And that’s fine.

A few years ago, when my dad went on one of his first long trips on his bike, he broke down in the pouring rain. Did he learn his lesson about riding with a chance of a storm?

Nope. That’s what rain gear is for. Now my mom is fine with rain gear.

I agree with you, Mr. and Mrs. Regular 13 Miles Blog Reader. Cars. They have built in rain gear … it’s called a roof.

But …

I didn’t ride my bicycle Sunday after the big day Saturday. Melissa strictly enforced the Monday stretch and strengthen day yesterday. So today was finally a day to get back on the killer bike seat and ride.

But it was raining. And I don’t have rain gear.

And I didn’t think driving my car for five miles would have the same effect. So there goes my logic.

I threw on my Gilligan bell hat, jumped on the bike and hit the trail.

It wasn’t pouring down rain; just a light drizzle. But I was getting wet while getting exercise.

So, what I’m saying is … I don’t know the point today. I just told the story. Maybe that rain gear on a motorcycle going 60 miles an hour isn’t the same as rain gear on a bicycle at 12 miles an hour. Or something.

KNEE UPDATE: Not Danny Nee. Remember him? Anyway. I’m going to the doctor today. I plan to leave there ready to run. He’s going to wave a magic wand over my knee and say ‘abracadabra, jum jap kagan, Mr. Sheard you can run again!’ And I’ll be back running. That’s what doctors do, right?

Right?

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