So, I LOVE the rain.  Especially in the summertime.  I love everything about it.  I love the smell (but my office neighbor Milan and I have decided that is just the smell of wet dirt – less appealing).  I love looking at it, listening to it and even walking around in it (as long as I don’t have to be anywhere important and can get dry when I’m ready).  I was born in Florida, but moved from there before I could come to the point of appreciating or hating it.  The majority of my childhood was spent in Las Vegas, and my adult thus far has been spent in Reno.  So I don’t get to see much rain.  So when Reno gets blasted with thunderstorm after thunderstorm with no foreseeable end, I would like to think I’m the last to complain.

But.

Call me a wuss, but I really don’t like riding in the rain.  Wetness + windchill of riding = not a fun time for me.  Not to mention the fact that my glasses do not in fact have windshield wipers.  I’m not going to deny it though – Brad and I are at the tail end of a really funky series of weeks.  After graduation, house guests, insane workweeks, etc. we have been too exhausted to go anywhere/do anything fun.  This week has been one of catching up – on sleep, housework, jobwork, etc.  I’m also not going to deny that–as much as I love it–the rain has contributed to and overall feeling of “blah.”  At least for me.  I would not normally fall asleep at 8:30 p.m. and sleep through 7 a.m. the next day.  Too much sleep then contributing to another day of blaaarrrggghh.

And so.  I am conflicted.  In more ways than one.  I love the rain, but I don’t want to be a lazy, lethargic bum.  Plenty of people live in cities with lots of rain and it doesn’t halt their lives.  I love riding my bike, but thinking about riding in the rain makes me want to throw a temper tantrum.  But riding my bike is the first step in getting outta this funk.

Well, I know what I need to do.