Even When it Sucks, It's Fun!

I knew it would be a beat down.  Oh it started off innocently enough early Sunday morning. Six cars in the local bike shop parking lot. Crisp cool air, lots of bikes, and freshly baked oatmeal cookies. But there was no kidding myself, it would be a beat down.

An hour later we were at Fair Hill and six thousand acres of sweet single track was begging to be ridden. And ride we did. After a couple of hours and of awesome single track, some modest attrition, and some scenic rest stops (throwing banana peels in front of other riders), I was hanging off the back of the pack - barely. My tank was more empty than full and my legs were talking to me.  The beat down phase was commencing.  At three hours in, my thighs were past burning...now they were like cement, on the verge of cramping up completely. Yet while my body was screaming at me in protest,  my mind wasn't listening because it was having too much damn fun...

...is that weird?

Chris

"Suffering has a luminous beauty, and cleanses the mind in much the same way a wildfire clears an overgrown forest." 
     -- Mike Ferrentino

“Art is suffering." 
     -- Squidward Tentacles