Just came back from a 32 mile bike ride. Lots of hill and the group was making good time, when it started pouring.

I am still getting used to this shower-raining. Did you, as a kid (or an adult), used to sneak into the shower in all your clothes? I did. Drove my mother mad. I thought it was funny. And I did too this morning. I was going "Yippeeeeeeee!" Because it was not cold at all. It was already in the upper seventies. So I pleaded with these people to continue riding in that downpour, but to no avail.

They suggested ducking into a diner instead, grabbing breakfast. Which sounded good to me also, actually. I had a large stack of blueberry pancakes, with maple syrup and whipped butter. Yum. And I still got the better end of that deal, because when we finally went off again, it was still raining! Not as hard as before, but still.

Then, just to top it off, I was able to not only keep up with the fastest rider in the group – I was beating him. After the ride, he came over and said "You're just to strong for me". Which felt pretty good.