Not happy.
My best mountain biking buddy ever is getting poached by another girl and I'm jealous which is stupid because I left junior high ages ago and I can't believe I keep going back there.
Really not happy.
And I went down the hill at Arastradero that I've been scared to try before, and it wasn't scary and now I'm pissed at myself for being such a chicken. If I don't start pushing myself to do stuff on the bike that I know I'm capable of, then I'll never be able to race downhill, and it's not like anybody else is really keeping track or cares, but it matters to me.
So. Bummed.
On the other hand, I'm meeting up with my beginner mt bikers tonight to lead our first ride and that will be fun.
This is the rock at Alum Rock park with a perfect line that one day I am going to ride down.
7 comments:
Oh my GOSH! Don't ride on a wet rock! It can't be safe!
Safe. pfft you're a mt biker not a roadie.
We've ridden together more this month than in the last who knows how long.
I told you you could go down that hill and it wasn't so bad right? Put on a mini seatpost and then you can go to Santa Teresa and practice that trail for when you race in October.
Elaine-no worries, it's not wet. And if you could see it you would see that it has the most perfect line right down it. It's one of those things that *looks* intimidating, but I bet surprisingly easy to do. One of these days...
and 'scuse me Mr. Planet X-don't be a bike snob. I happen to know you own lycra shorts and are talking about buying a road bike. Next thing you know, you'll be hooked up to your heart rate monitor while sipping your double tall latte at Starbucks and talking about your VO2 max.
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