Yesterday was a beautiful Sunday, and I wanted to go for a bike ride around my neighborhood. My road bike is out on loan to a friend, so I hopped on my mountain bike and pedaled up to Ken-O-Sha park.
There is a nice paved path through the park, and off of this paved path are a number of dirt trails through the woods. Yippee! Dirt! There aren’t many miles of trail out here, but it’s the only dirt trail on the southeast side of town.
This particular set of trails is kind of ironic. The trails themselves are largely wide, smooth and not very technical at all. But every once in a while, the trail builders put a pile of logs across the path, which I haven’t had the guts to try to ride over yet. You can see ruts and cuts where pedals and chain rings have rammed into the wood repeatedly in the past. I look at these logs, and my mind sees “endo”. So I stop and carry my bike over these obstacles then continue on with my ride.
It was fun to just explore even if I didn’t really get to do a “training” workout for the Iceman, which I’m just not worrying about. Also, my bike computer’s battery died, so I couldn’t tell you how far I rode, if you asked. It was just fun time on the bike.