The weather predicted rain, starting later today, so I actually slept in until 8 AM. It started looking a bit dark out, so we decided that today would not be the day for a long "wherever we end up" ride. Just as I was sitting down to put on my cycling shoes, the doorbell rang. It was my son, decked out in his cycling clothes. He was headed to a group ride, got lost, and missed the start, so he figured we would be heading out. It started sprinkling as we set off, so we ended up just doing the short, 15 mile loop around Concord. I was most happy that he commented on how fit I seemed compared to our last ride together. He thought it was from riding in Spain, but I explained that the last time we rode together, it was the beginning of April and I was sweeping a club ride with a bunch of very fast people... which didn't put me in a happy place. Except for the place where DH decided to see if DS could keep up with him on a hill sprint (where DH realized DS is now stronger than he is, and yes, he is 27 years old), I kept up with them. The skies opened up about 5 minutes after we got home, making me feel badly for the charity riders I saw, going in the other direction.