Mountain Biking for Runners
Long stretch of muddy barely rideable singletrack. Happy mountain bikers at the bottom.
Then me. Running to join them. Shouldering a mountain bike is fairly uncomfortable, but I can still get a good little clip going.
"I like the running parts." I tell my Corvallis based hosts.
"You are supposed to be riding!"
"I am riding. When do we get to go uphill again?"
Stephanie rolls her eyes. "You are so weird."
In my defense, I’m not really that weird. Just lacking technical skills is all. It probably didn’t help that I forgot to unlock my front fork and rode rigid for about three and a half hours before I realized my folly.
People – my forearms hurt!
On the upside, this pre-ride of the upcoming Test of Endurance course (or at least a large portion of it) revealed exciting information:
- The death plague did not totally wipe out all my fitness.
- I’m getting better with the knobbies.
- I can sit on the bike for 5 hours these days without thinking twice.
Sure, after climbing almost 4000 feet, my legs were pretty fried. In fact, I had leg shake so bad toward the end that I was beginning to wonder if I was going to make it back. If anything is an indication of a good ride, then that’s it.
And this was by far the best mountain biking outing that I’ve had (my fifth!) since I proposed to learn the stupid sport. I even put the visor on my helmet for chrissakes.
More than anything, a long ride with friends reset my motivation and realigned my intention. I want to ride for fun, with people that I love, in places that are beautiful.
And if I get to run a little in the middle? Double bonus.