… and it wasn’t one of the boys.  After months of drought we’re finally getting some rain.  I really don’t enjoy road riding in the rain but mountain biking through mud puddles is another story.  We had a deluge early this morning, followed by a brief bit of clear, sunny skies.  I couldn’t resist hopping on my mountain bike and riding through the mud, enjoying the brief bit of sunshine, and ignoring the cold as it seeped into my wet, muddy tights.  I can’t afford to take a break in my double century training plan, but just for today I embraced my inner child.