Saturday, January 4, 2014

Cold and Confused

both pics, via iPhone
I had every intent of doing nothing but hill repeats today. Yes, all the intent in the world. I was primed to climb, turn around and climb again and repeat that process till I either passed out or puked, or maybe puked and then passed out hoping some unsuspecting hiker would come across my slow dying body and be faced with that moral question: "Should I help this poor son of a bitch? Or should I pretend I didn't see anything?" Chances are, with this weather the hiker would just keep on going and avoid the side of the valley I was on for the rest of his journey.

The ride started with a warm up with a rare crossing of the Low Level Bridge and then I began climbing, albeit quite slowly. As I got halfway up the cold arctic air was a bit too much to handle and I wondered if I would be passed out on the side of the trail staining the nice white snow with this mornings grapefruit and oatmeal. So I stopped, caught my wind and started again only to have that air feel like it was choking me. I then rode around Louise Mckinney park in circles wondering where to go a bit surprised at the amount of people out walking (I'm sure one of them would have saved me).

The ride continued out west to the mighty Dudley B Menzies bridge where a very cold and windy crossing took place and back to Walterdale bridge where another crossing took place to avoid hills on the journey back to the Jeep.

Basking in That Terwillegar Glow

A rather amazing after work ride on the wonderful Moots which carried its weight through the singletrack. I have started gaining power after...