update

I hit the sack last night with few intentions to awake at 4am and ride. Despite needing exercise, I opted to take a break and sleep late for a change. This was a great plan in theory, but all I could muster was an extra ninety minutes.

A fresh new day dawns upon, faraway Friday finally flashing into view after a highly hectic work week. Prior to passing out asleep on the couch at 10pm I prepped my electrolytes and overnight oats in anticipation of banging out another 50k along the river.

Mother Nature has commenced another reign of terror upon Tokyo, unleashing a storm of slippery soldiers creating chaos across the city. She has discharged her disciples, demanding disregard for those who wish to engage in outdoor activity entertainment.

Sunday July Fourth ironically marks the fourth consecutive day of rain in Tokyo, and thus by extension, without a single revolution of Red Chameleon's crank. She, like me, has been sitting indoors anxiously awaiting the very moment we can roll out on the tarmac and get some exercise.

This holiday is not just the standard Independence Day celebration, but also a date honoring my dad's birthday. In particular, 2021 is a milestone for my father, hitting his *eighty* year mark!

It has now been raining non-stop for three consecutive days in Tokyo. When my alarm fired this morning, awaking me from a deep and comfortable slumber, all I heard was Mother Nature's wet warriors angrily pounding against my home. Cycling is, apparently, not in the cards for today.

Unfortunately for the second consecutive day, Tokyo is under attack from above. Wet warriors continue to descend upon the city, water purposely pounding the pavement, leaving no dry survivors in their wake.

When I laid my head down on my pillow for a few hours of deep sleep last night, it was lightly raining with no apparent intention of stopping. My alarm went off as planned at 4am, and I did not even need to leave the comfort of my bed to understand there was not going to be any cycling today.