I hadn’t gone for a ride in three days for one reason and one reason and one reason only…rain. I’m no wimp. I don’t mind getting a little wet while riding through a gentle rain or mist, which is the predominant kind of rain we get here. But these last few days we’ve had the kind of driving rain that keeps all but the hardiest (or craziest) people inside. So yesterday morning with thick, gray clouds threatening another deluge, I threw caution to the wind, jumped on my bike, and ran some errands. As ominous as the clouds were, nary a raindrop fell. I was so energized to be on my bike once more that I came home via a beast of a hill to climb just to see if I could do it without dying or (almost as bad) walking my bike up the steep grade. I managed to both survive and stay in the saddle. My quads were a little cranky but they’re whiners anyway. Once home and inside, the sun came out. You win some and then sometimes you don’t but it’s all good!