With the Pirate's Good Life Gravel Adventure conflicting with a family event, I decided to hit another set of intervals with a dash of Wilderness Park single track this morning. While I still feel like I have the top end of Doc Holiday on his death bed, it's been fun trying to wind it up and feel the lungs expand and burn.
Generally before the cross season starts, I find myself on the ground from either an over-aggressive turn or a mediocre mount. This year was no exception as I decided to catch my saddle remounting and rodeo-clowned my way on to the limestone of the Homestead trail. Somehow though, my bike has managed to stay upright, rolling away and taking a gentle seat on the grass as I gathered myself.
I was in no hurry to get up, but a small cadre of ants on the trail beside me gave me just enough motivation to get my act together and return to my bike.
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You were missed.
Cross is gonna be sweet!
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