Only moments before, I was in a downpour.
I keep stating how much I don't like Lost Valley, but I think reality is that I don't like racing there. Whenever I ride there, I end up enjoying it quite a bit. Today I went out with quite a bit of energy and quite a bit of lactic acid in the legs from the workouts over the last few days. I hadn't quite completed a full lap when the sky opened up and poured rain. I took it in stride because it only lasted a couple minutes. Like, maybe three minutes. Enough to make me cold and the trail slippery.
Then...the sun came out and it became a beautiful night. I was fine with ending the ride, I was really tired. In a strange twist, I was also riding incredibly well. That was confirmed by my Garmin and a nice, long KOM that contained some of the best single track out there. Further proving that perceived exertion is nearly meaningless.
And I forgot my seatbag.