I set out on my ride today feeling good about how it should go. I was relatively well rested, given that I had been sitting on my bum for two days learning about joint surgery and rehab, (more on this later). I thought that I should have plenty in the tank. I was wrong.
Lesson 1: it's not a ride if you have to walk up 80% of it. Yes I was on a single speed. Yes it was silly steep. Yes it was narrow and off camber and exposed and slippery and sketchy and had deer poop on it...
Lesson 2: sometimes there is crying in mountain biking.
Lesson 3: no matter how safe someone says it is, sometimes your limbic system and adrenals just don't agree.
Lesson 4: the ride can still get better no matter how it starts.
Lesson 5: there is an appropriate time and place for tree hugging, on a mountain bike ride is not usually it.
Lesson 6: every ride turns out well when it ends at Everybody's brewing.
When will I ever actually learn how to rest on Sunday?