A mountain bike friend of mine asked me if I wanted go on a bike ride with him near his home. I said yes about 4 days before, not knowing it was going to rain and at some points, downpour causing the trail to be muddy and small streams to rise to mid thigh level.
When we first started, it was raining a bit but wasn't too bad. Here we are excited to ride but not knowing what to expect (I'm sure my friend knew).
After 3.5 hours and 13+ miles later we came back looking like this:
What this picture failed to show was the ripped shorts on my back left butt cheek from a 14+ ft fall into thorns and rocks. This left a nice raspberry colored cut on my butt which I should have taken a picture of. This also doesn't tell the story of how my friend in red crashed into a rock that was hidden in a rising stream and fell over. All we saw were his bike on top of his body with his head sticking out of the water. It was actually very funny after confirming that he wasn't drowning and was okay.
You can see that my friend in yellow is smiling big because he didn't fall or get a scratch on him. I'm still nursing my multiple cuts and bruises. Would I do this again? Absolutely!! It was a ton of fun and if it wasn't for flashes of my wife and kids right before the big hills/jumps, I would have been a little more aggressive. But with a 3rd coming next week, I thought it would be wise to meet her at least once.
I'm still sore from the hills and the falls which prevented me to running this morning. Also my trusty iPhone alarm wasn't available to wake me up because it's a few inches deep in uncooked rice. Yes I thought my Camelbak was waterproof but I learned that it's not. Hopefully by tomorrow morning it'll be dry enough to use.
I'll be up by 5:30am to get at least 7-8 miles in.
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