Dodging thundershowers but not escaping wet pavement, this morning I smiled realizing I haven't pedaling in the rain since June. That's got to be a record. Spoiled. Rotten.
The sun slips out between the showers - making colors pop and drying the porch. I look up out the window in my office, peaking West towards Pike Peak in hopes clear skies are to come for the second ride of the day.
An even bigger smile spreads as I think about now tacky trails beckoning me in the surrounding hills.
Those early morning pain cave intervals are quickly becoming a distant memory....