There was no window of dry opportunity today so we took this letterbox.
A giant mosquito joined me as I rode indoors with the door open this afternoon. I'm fairly certain it was the serious amounts of carbon dioxide I was exhaling in an attempt to fill my lungs that woke it from its winter slumber.
Apparently, "First, a mosquito will sense exhaled carbon dioxide from a distance that can be more than 30 feet. "After the carbon dioxide," DeGennaro explains, "then it begins to sense human odor."
I was mosquito heaven. I also blame the mosquito on missing the last 30-second sprint to the finish target. My mind was simply not focused. (Admittedly, my legs were also feeling mozzie-flimsy by that stage too.)