An old soak

Yesterday is what's called transation. The Fat Boy Slim (tm Norman Cook I suppose) conditioning training has finished. My final condition is poor. The Tour de Munster training cycling has yet to begin (starts next week).

So I decided to get a cycle in myself.

Needless to say I was soaked to the bone. It's almost a pity that Puddleducks don't do adult sizes.

I'm not that good a cyclist, but being damp and shivering on the top of the airport hill in a thin layer of wet lycra with the sun setting fast is not an ideal condition to be in.

I don't think I even warmed up last night.

Given that I sweat like a race house when cycling, does anyone have tips about surviving bad cycling weather?

take care,
Will