After yesterday's smugness in the face of CC's otherwise collective soaking I got drenched on the way home. Seems the rain was manifesting in small, torrential, thundery pockets and I'd originally elected to go home, sit it out and maybe pop out later for some time on the rings but watching the sky decided to game it and lost.. getting soaked in the biblical rains by the time I'd reached Summertown and sheltering in the M&S (which cost me three carrots and some miserly-sized broccoli; sadly no discount chicken).
Waited that out until it had nearly finished before continuing, by the time I'd got to the park it'd stopped and the sun was peeking out again. Waterproof off and onto the rings for a reasonable session (time / reps gradually creeping up, aware of but receiving no twinges from the growing list of injuries).
Also had a nice chat with a young chap who'd come to do some pullups; half my age and clearly lighter / fitter / stronger, however after watching me do a support hold for 1:15 I offered him a go and he struggled to keep himself in place for more than about five seconds with much twitching and wobbling
He seemed keen though so hopefully that's another covert to this particular form of punishment.
Mood improved substantially by the weather, exercise high and a bit of a stretch I headed back out north for a loop over Port Meadow to Waitrose for a pretty healthy score (note to self - people don't go shopping in torrential rain!) then back home; by which time most of my clothing was mercifully dry - since I don't really have any way of achieving this at home other than draping it over a bike.
Despite all this the evening seemed to carry with it a few early autumnal notes; acknowledged by the now traditional airing of Pink Floyd's DSOTM when I got home before falling asleep at just gone ten, utterly shattered after about 28 miles on top of the working day and rings session.
This morning was pleasant if muggy; traffic lighter thanks to the lack of school run nobbers but offset by temporarly lights in various places. Had a shot at a bloke on an electric Brompton up St. Aldates who left me for dead pushing well past the usual assistance cutoff speed - so assuming it was legal fair play to him!
Finally bumped into and chatted to a bloke I met on the tow path a while ago who lives in one of the boats which was welcome as I'd incorrectly mentioned a good spot blackberries so was keen to set that straight as his mobility isn't good and I didn't want to be responsible for a wasted journey. Having approached him from behind he thanked me for sounding my bell in good time (something I always consciously try to do) which was appreciated
