I couldn’t even remember the last time I rode singletrack. Yeah, I’m sure if I REALLY wanted to I could look at the shit show that I call my Garmin files, or back through the shittier show that is this blog to jar my memory, but in the end I don’t really care. All I know is that Saturday rolled around, I aired up my tires, loaded up the PrOcal and headed up to MMCC for a ride.
A weather front moved through late Thursday night and brought a little bit of rain, and a some gusting winds come Friday morning. As I stood staring out at the bending trees in the backyard I had little desire to ride. However the prospect of testing out the Nikon D7100 I picked up was just the motivation I needed to sneak out for a quick spin in the wind.
After a good ride on Tuesday I was pretty optimistic about going a few miles further this morning. I mapped out a route, filled my bottles, said goodbye to B-Man and headed out. Down the driveway, into the cul-de-sac, out to the main road…. and meh.
What a difference 48 hours can make! My last ride was a short post-rain road loop in hot, steamy, humid, conditions and had me feeling like I was breathing through a straw. Today it was 65˚ at ride time with a cool breeze coming from the north. Once I started sweating–which given my girth takes about two miles–I actually got sort of cold. At least for bit.
The life of a crap cyclist is all about choices. These choices can make or break even the crappest of planned rides.
Wifey’s family was coming into town on Thursday, so most of my day was doing husbandly duties relating to their arrival that evening, Dad duties with B-Man, and little–OK nothing–other than my physical therapy session in the way of working out. So Friday was going to be a make up day, right? Umm….
The past four or five days week has been a whirlwind of traveling, soccer tournaments, hanging out with good friends, multiple 2016/17 soccer tryouts, house selling stuff, pixel pushing, physical therapist appointments, Wifey work stress, family time, and worrying about various decisions facing our family. Thank God there were a few dirt road rides thrown in there and that the good stuff seems to be outweighing the bad stuff right now.
When the birds and sun woke me up this morning at four-fucking-thirty A.M., all I wanted to do was sleep. Then it started to rain, the birds shut up, and the sunlight went away. So I slept, and it felt gooooood!
Over the recent year I’ve talked a bit about my use of the Olympus Stylus Epic (AKA the Olympus MJU II) 35mm point and shoot camera. Well just when it looked like I was going to do that again, I decided to utilize my photo heavy site junkmilesmedia.com to do so. So if you’ve come here via the Googles to see a bit about the Stylus Epic, head over there and read the 5th installment of this ongoing experiment.
Later.
