Finally, something broke through and I passed a huge ridestone. Now I have that walking around on the tips of my toes springy feeling.
It was not a huge ride, so it passed quite easily, but it was a solid and well-formed ride that slipped out with a satisfactory effort.
Thanks to Uncle Leon for the cup of coffee that got things moving.
The pleasant surprise was realizing how much fun riding a mountain bike down a fast trail can be. It was better than I remembered. Like flight. Like snowboarding. Like having a magic weapon with a +10 hit point factor or whatever the nerds say.
San Felasco is bumping the route up to 62 miles. That’s a lot of trail .
I’m still too busy to claim any training is going on, but I got hope man, I got hope.