Mountain biking 101 has been a heck of an experience for me. Let me bring you up to speed on my journey thus far:
- Joined the team, got a really nice bike.
- Somehow determined that climbing and boating experience would directly translate to the mountain bike.
- Had a great ride with the team
- Went for another ride.
- Realized Mountain Biking can be really freaking hard (see photo), and has pretty much nothing to do with climbing or kayaking. Or snowboarding. Or graphic design. Who knew?
- Nine stitches courtesy of Doctor Love ( Seriously, his name was Dr Love. When he worked as an OBGYN he introduced himself as "Dr Love, at your cervix. Seriously)
- Waited a week or so, pulled out some stitches, and got back in the game.
- Noticed that when I scratch the right side of my knee I feel it on the left side. ( I’m haven’t yet determined a use for this new special skill)
- Spent some time convinced that every rock had my name on it.
- This past weekend I finally got on the race course. I’ll tell the story in my next post.
Like I said, mountain biking has been an adventure so far. But, I haven’t had this much fun since I surfed my first wave on the river. If you’re slightly interested in the sport, get out there and try it. Worst case scenario you’ll have the opportunity to become way too "up close and personal" with your tendons. Most likely you’ll just have a blast.
