Amen to that. After a colder than normal winter with too many trainer sessions and too many layers of clothing on frigid road rides, today, it dawned in the 50s and topped out at 68 Fahrenheit. 97 miles with the middle third chasing Cat 1 and 2 riders in a regular group ride. Got back to my driveway, laid down, stared up at the clouds, listened to the birds singing and realized how truly great it is to be alive and to be a cycist. Tomorrow is supposed to be 75. Oh my poor tired body.