Absomungohuge

Now, Mr Crikey's Mum already has the picture in her head. The one where I got absolutely, totally and completely covered by water. And I wasn't swimming either (I'm not allowed, remember). No, I was cycling. In full rain gear, except for my shoes, which turned into private swimming pools for my feet.

You may be wondering what I am talking about. Well, as part of my training for this triathlon, I need to cycle a bit on occasion. And after I met a colleague on Saturday, we felt it might be a good idea if we were to go cycling on Sunday. After all, the weather was supposed to be okay(ish). 

On waking up, I realised it wasn't okay. Not even ish! It was awful. It was bucketing it down. And for a short minute I thought about cancelling. And then thought: no, I am not going to do that. I will cycle! So, after M had arrived, we both got on our bikes and started cycling. 

The road we were cycling along, is a road where, whenever it rains, big puddles form. And I have actually doused someone who was walking on the pavement once. Didn't see him/her in time and just drove. 

I think we were visible. I also think the car that drove through that absomungohuge puddle, didn't see us in time. And as I was cycling closest to him, I got absolutely covered! Since I was wearing rain gear, I thought it was quite funny and didn't mind that much. 

After I got home and got everything off, I realised I had gotten a bit wet, but then again, I had just cycled for 13 kilometers in the pouring rain. Whether the puddle splasher was to blame? Not sure.