Don waterproofs and get out and ride. This slippery and wet stuff has only just started, so the novelty hasn’t worn off yet.
I went out on my usual ride this morning in the pissing rain. Cut a couple of sloppy rutted turns really nicely and was chuffed for a bit. Then settled into “at least I’m not vegged in front of Saturday kitchen” and reveling in being one of the few people out and about. Then had a comedy crash dicking about doing skids on a grassy bit. Then had a hot shower, a pint of tea and a big bowl of soup. All before midday.
The grind loses its novelty for me in about late Feb. Up until Christmas it is usually still quite ‘new’. After Christmas it is about getting out there and undoing the excess. The no mans land of late Feb and March is when I get a bit bored of mud, but with any luck we’ll have a proper winter this year and I’ll get to ride in some snow or iron hard frosty trails with crunchy puddles.
Embrace it, we live in a great place for riding mountain bikes, even in the midlands(!)