With storm Gareth in town, running choices are fairly simple - either stay in and marvel at nature’s savage force or go out there and do a 7K spin with 3.5K non stop steep uphill. I only once got drenched to the point of total drenchery and that was in late spring. It was kinda romantic, no wind, lively colours, smell of flowers, hysterical birds, etc, etc.
This was something else. Gareth’s brought his tricks along and made sure that power wind distributed the rain horizontally. The wind and rain for some reason swerved around me, not just front or back, and layered me with gallons of water that reached my inner core, nearly to the point of spiritual cleansing of some sort. I’m not sure the exact date for International Masochist Day but this surely felt like the right spot, being in the middle of it all.
Anyway, it had to be done and in fairness it was very enjoyable. I would recommend it to all who contemplate between those two opening options. It’s only Gareth after all.