If you asked me what I thought of my second ever mountain biking experience I would answer, "I didn't die." That about sums up my feeling on biking in general. My girlfriend Meghan, whom I have run with for a couple years now, is an avid mountain biker. She has been trying to talk me into going with her for ages. Well, it just so happens that I haven't been able to run since Bryce and am itching to get into the mountains and it also just so happens Meghan asked me to go mountain biking with her on Tuesday. Well, I finally said yes. Meghan and her husband Rob were planning to leave from their house and take a variety of roads and trails up to Little Cottonwood Trail. This may have been biting off more than I can chew.
Oh, who the hell am I kidding!? I hadn't even been on a bike for about five years, and the last time I did, I rode my beach cruiser with a basket on front around the block. On the sidewalk. I'll spare you from all of the painful details, but here is the cliff notes version of how the ride went in my head:
1 hour and 15 minutes of "OH SHIT! I'm going to hit that giant rock! OH SHIT! I'm going to get hit by a car! OH SHIT! I'm going to run off the trail! OH SHIT! My ass is killing me!" Followed by 45 minutes of sheer terror and a horrible pain in the ass.
All in all I can't say I'm itching to get back out there on a bike, but I am grateful for the experience and also for my very patient friends for dealing with my terrific inability to ride a bike. On a good note, it was a great workout and a beautiful day!
There was a man and his motorcycle stranded on the side of the road, so we stopped so he could use Rob's cell phone.
Seriously!? Who talked me into this shit!?! I was certain I would be smeared by a car. But, I didn't die!
I love you Little Cottonwood Canyon!
You may never see this again, so get a good look!
Yes, I was walking the bike. What can I say? My ass hurt!
And, it's okay if you need to have a good laugh at my expense. I sure did!