I'm starting to wonder if my accident at the Trans-Sylvania Epic wasn't such a terrible thing...
Hear me out, or read me out, as it were.
So maybe I had a chance at winning the single speed category. Maybe. I was feeling good, riding well, and looking quite handsome. Then it fell apart. Dinged myself up pretty bad, many of my body parts hit rocks that day. Some worse than others and I only had my back/pelvis x-rayed.
I had to really slow down for awhile. Three weeks... maybe four. No extra riding in the morning, no Pisgah Enduro™, not much fun at all. Then a failed (doomed) six hour race. So much meh going on at the time.
Slowly, I started feeling better. Morning rides commenced, but the pain in the meaty part of my hand from the accident did not like holding onto the bars of my tarck bike. I thought maybe I'd have to back off on morning rides.
It finally dawned on me that I could just ride my much more upright mountain bike and have much more happies. Since my "road" loop dipped into a local park, I decided to hit the trails and neighboring green ways. Hardly mountain bike specific trails, but better than nothing.
It's been awesome.
I'm having, dare I say it, "fun."
I really need to start making plans for my "no responsibility" weekend coming up. I have been quite literally riding my ass off all week, and have plans to do more tonight. Molar riding, molar doing.