Today I did a brick, but I went back to my roots and rode some sweet ass singletrack. I took those pointless slickers off my mtb and hit the trails. Oh how I miss you singletrack. So. much. fun. It brought me back to a a couple of years ago when I started training for this psycho triathlon. It was so fun. I was literally in the back of my field, but it was so fun and hardcore I didn't care. My proudest moment was when a guy was on my tail during the bike and I asked him if he wanted to pass me and he said no. He was actually following me because he was so scared. It was awesome. Totally chicked him.
I have only done one other xterra, but the course wasn't as good. I ended up getting sick and vomiting on the bike which resulted in me having a long hiatus from Gatorade and probably never being able to stomach the orange flavor ever again. Kind of like when you puke off tequila - it takes a long time before you can go back. I didn't have any water on me and I waited for someone to come around so I could beg for some to get the nasty taste out of my mouth and wet the whistle, but nobody came around and I had just get back on the saddle. Once I finally made it to transition I got lost on the run because the course wasn't very well marked. Long story short, it wasn't a good race but nonetheless when you complete something like that you can't help but feel accomplished because it's so sick.
I think this is what the hubbs was doing most of the time -- waiting for my sorry ass to come around the corner.
Very glad we didn't see this guy
We also met this cute old man breaking a little horsey when we were at the trail head. He was so cute and we got to watch him handle the horses a little bit.
Overall it was a fantastic morning and a fantastic ride despite the "use it or loose it" technical abilities to handle obstacles. I am definitely rusty (a.k.a - a pussy) when clearing roots rounding corners. I lost a lot of the skills and quad muscles necessary to climb over roots and rocks etc...
Hopefully I can work this into the summer routine at least a few times a month. There are some good trails around here, but it's kind of scary going alone. At least the first time on a new trial. I worry about injury and being stranded in the woods by myself consequently being eaten by wild animals.
Oh yeah, the run was only about 15 minutes long. My legs were hurtin'!