Don't feel too bad, my typical commute involves a headwind mornings and evenings, almost without fail. In the AM I ride west towards the mountains and encounter a nice little 10mph downslope flow. By evening the air has warmed up and is rising up the mountains. This pulls the winds in from the eastern plains, exactly where I have to go to get home. I've gotten to the point where I don't even look at my average speed anymore because I know it's going to suck. Oh well, hills are my friends and headwinds make me stronger. At least we've had nice temps in the 70s and 80s around here recently.

Aside from the above mentioned headwinds, my commute today was pretty nice. It was about 62 degrees in the AM. I was rolling along at a respectable, or so I thought, 20mph on a flat section when this big tubby guy went blowing past me like I was going backwards. I figured he had old mo working for him, and I was right because I caught him easily on the next hill. After that he started motoring away again, but I kept catching back up on every little rise. Good thing I arrived at work because I was out of hills and don't like to work that hard in the AM. The PM commute was a little interesting too since I had to ride through a few deep puddles from the flooding Boulder Creek. No big deal except for a couple of wet feet. When I left work I could see that it was raining over my house so I took the long way home, and by the time I arrived it was sunny and warm. The puddles on the roads told me I wasn't far behind the rain, but, aside from my earlier wet feet, I stayed dry. Pretty good timing if you ask me.