28 Jun 2009 :: Category Four
For unknown reasons I let Joe pick out a fifty mile mountain bike route that was heavily contingent on 7 thousand feet of vertical feet to finish. We penciled in some eight hours, do or die, with a general attitude of positivity that certainly was misplaced.
We jumped out to a sustainable lope, only to have it blown into our faces by the first two thousand foot climb, which heavily featured the walking of the bikes rather than the riding of. Dogs barked. I developed three blisters on my heels and after surprisingly short ride, we turned tail and headed towards the car.
Lesson learned, I guess, if lessons just have to be learned. Twenty-five miles over seven-ish hours. We both bonked, needed lots of breathers and generally learned the epic proportions of the bite we decided we could chew. We're getting there and after a few more failures we'll have the whole thing wrapped up.
Right now though, we're sitting around and crying like wee girls. |
