Three tiny success stories yesterday evening:
1) I haven't been riding in something like a month. (yeah,
yeah, I know I'm not a Real Mountain Biker (TM).
Whatever.) Amazed to find that I'm in better shape than
ever. A longish gradual uphill that used to make my
thighs burn as I spit phlegm is now much more doable. I'm
breathing heavy, but not choking, and my thighs don't
hurt. I'm going faster than ever, and Eric had to
actually work to beat me up one hill. I almost think I
could have beaten him if I had clipless -- with
platforms, I seem to get to a point where, if I spin any
faster, I'll lose contact with the pedals.
2) This was a boring dirt trail, but there's a short segment
of single track alongside part of it. I call one of the
rocks on this single track segment "The stegasaurus."
Sticks up sharply right in the middle of the trail. I've
always wussed out at the last moment and walked over
it. This time, I rode right over it, twice. Yay me!
3) Eric's car now has less to fear from me. I'm no longer
wobbling when lifting the bike on and off of the car
rack. My upper body has gotten stronger. Again, yay me!
I'll be attending a beginner mountain bike clinic on Sunday.
I'm definitely curious about the curriculum. They suggest
having clipless pedals for the bunny hop and wheelie drills,
but I've been riding platforms, so it seems silly to switch
to a different pedal. I guess I'll bring both and see what
makes sense when I get there.
--
monique