I woke up Sunday morning with the blues. Not so much a hangover, just... meh.
Watts had some coffee and then set out for Ikea and towards home. Shortly thereafter, the family headed out the door bound for a day trip to the zoo. With a beautiful day ahead of me, I had planned on making the most of it, fitness-wise. Hours in the saddle... so I told myself.
But I didn't feel like driving very far. I also didn't feel like "sharing the road" to get where I needed to go to bank more chamois time. I considered for a short moment an 11 mile bike ride over to Colonel Francis Beatty Park to ride some trails I haven't been on in.. more than five years? Dunno. A couple street views on Google Maps told me that the ride over hadn't gotten much better.
So I drove there instead.
It was everything I sorta remembered and then some. More "features," just as many families, and dogs, and joggers, and Freds, and strollers, and people walking the wrong way, and roots. The roots.
I'd gotten myself in some hot water many years ago when I suggested on a local forum that the trails had perhaps gotten "too rooty." I'd done a fair amount of trail work there in the past (including the original build), and it used to be one of my go-to places to ride when I lived on that side of town (and when there were fewer options). Most of the push back had a lot to do with the fact that I was riding a rigid bike out there. Whatever.
I still stand by what I said... sorta. A wiser man than me once said that if a root is doing nothing to enhance the ride in a challenging way or stave off unwanted erosion, get rid of it (speaking of local trails here). I'm all for a technical challenge, and there's some neat maneuvers that are required to navigate a few of the roots at Beatty. Others? Just an annoyance.
This is where I start to sound like a piece of shit... or maybe not. Everybody is someone's son or daughter. I'm sure this trail is something someone is proud of, and there are plenty of riders who enjoy the experience. That and the fact that this is probably a great place for beginner riders to get used to riding over obstacles small and medium (and a few biggisher).
It was a nice stroll down memory lane being out there, but all it took was two 6+ miles laps, and I was pretty beat up. It seemed like 10% bike ride and 80% MMA match.. the other 10% was a crowded mall. Yeth, I was on a rigid bike. Whatever.
Maybe it was the fact that I left my iPod at home because I knew I was going to be riding on a crowded, multi-use trail (something many others seemed to not give two shits about). Without the music in my ear, I could hear the continuous, undiagnosed clunk that I ignored the day before. Knowing that I was going to spend part of my afternoon chasing it down... and doing my taxes in front of the TV with nothing but beer to make it all better?
Maybe that's what put me in a sourpuss mood all day. Or the fact that I went from being surrounded by friends and beer and good times to being alone and not very smart when it comes to finding a good activity.
Or it was all the roots.
Probably the roots.