Saturday, November 26, 2011
The Unsympathetic Hero
My situation was not helped by the fact that on the day previous, Thanksgiving, I imbibed in more beer than I am used to, ate more sweets than I am used to, and stuffed food of the Thanksgiving kind down my throat like there was no tomorrow. So with an extremely sour stomach, achie head, and a back that was in a constant state of spasm, I entered the single track.
It got interesting right out of the gate. The trail was called the Long Trail. I assumed that it was so named because it never did end. Okay, yeah it ended, but it seemed like it took a life time to unfold. And while it was unfolding, I managed to use body english to my dis-advantage. Every technical spot I would un-weight one wheel or the other, twist this way and, ouch dammit, twist that way until finally back close to where we began this torture I was ready to have someone dig a hole, kick me into it, and maybe cover me with dirt. It wouldn't matter, I would not have noticed either way.
We had our pants full about 17 miles into the total of 27 miles available that day. I hung in and managed to finish with a smile on my face. As I was wolfing down an excellent roast beef sub at some deli somewhere close to our departure point, I realized a painful day in the woods on my bike beat a painful day on the couch, hands down. And I had the opportunity to spin my wheels along side of my daughter's wheels. That alone made whatever discomfort I endured well worth the trip.
Keep it 'tween the ditches.................................................