Peak Wet

This was a few weeks ago.

I cycled 100km, 80% of which was constant downpour.

At first an inconvenience, it wasn’t long before I reached 'peak wet' — so drenched that my clothes could hold no more water. And it didn't matter; I was at the edge and nothing could make it worse.

In fact I started to love it.

Perhaps when you’re fully immersed in what used to be a slight bother, the pain turns into the opposite.