There's a lot I could say about this week.
I think what I'll go with is that this was a week I was so extremely grateful to have my mountain.
I was desperate to feel the sun, and not a bit patient to let the trails dry out. Seriously, there was no rational thinking involved in this first outing of the week. It was just, "go, get out there".
My first outing this week was perfectly messy, slow, slippery, intense....meaning everything was intense. The smells, cows, colors....everything seemed amplified, or magnified, over the top. I should have turned around when I saw the soup that used to be trail....but that would have taken some rational thought.
NTL is smiling about now. It really doesn't get better than miles of shiny mud. Especially when I have all the time in the world to enjoy it (no race time to worry about or cut-offs)