I went on a group ride this morning. As soon as we got ready to take off, it started raining, but we knew it was coming. It wasn't raining very hard, so it was nice to be cooled down while conquering those rolling hills. I'm out of shape, so it felt nice. Any other time I'd be hotter than hot and dripping with sweat. We went a little over thirty miles, the last half of which most of the group left me in the dust. I rode with a very nice guy and I think he was holding back for me, even though he insisted he wasn't. We were passed by a few team riders on their own morning workout and ogled their lean legs for the thirty seconds we saw them.
The ride was so fun that, after a short break, I rode fifteen more miles at my own pace. By that time the rain had thoroughly washed my sunscreen off, so the sun came out and baked me pretty well.