Yes indeed, everybody hurts sometimes, and when it comes to my body, fortunately my experience has mostly been of good hurts. So I am walking a little stiffly today due to the gluteus maximus muscles having had a bit of a pasting Saturday but at least it is a good hurt.
So, the weekend involved "camping" - if indeed staying in a camping pod is truly camping. The only thing missing, after all is the tent. Sleeping bag and thermorest and bikes chained to the car were all constituents of the weekend. Beautiful camp site in the middle of Dalby Forest, just a pedal stroke from the trails at High Rigg Farm. Saturday saw us out on the bikes early doors. Maybe. No watch on and it felt early. An abbreviated red run was completed with a coffee stop in the middle. Coffee stops, it seems are the norm on a road bike or club run but on a mountain bike, in my experience, an unheard of luxury. The route was beautiful, swooping up and down, gnarly bits, tree roots, rocky bits, grassy stuff, sand and grit. Most of the gears got a workout.
Only fell off the once. Training need; I really must learn to go round corners. Kind of performance limiting. The bruises are interesting. Won't wear a skirt for a bit then.
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