Dead Legs And No Cross

Yesterday's 30ish miles of non stop singletrack followed by some ill advised hydrating (yes Dogfish 90 Minute, I'm talking about you), a late dinner and a lame meal in a can for breakfast left my legs more than a tad dead today.

There was a cross race up at MMCC and my buddy Mike was trying to get me to do it, but when I woke up this morning the last thing I felt like doing was a cross race, so I didn't. I sort of felt bad, 'cause when shit is so local I like to support it, but I wasn't paying $30 to feel like shit and ride around in the grass. I figured I could feel like shit and ride around the gravel roads for free. And I did. Both ride gravel and feel like shit.

I put off riding as long as I could, but knew I would regret it if I didn't go, so finally about 11 I got my ass out the door. The ride was pretty lame, only about 2 hours and I felt like shit for about 110 minutes of the 120. I went with a flatter flat loop today, but was less than thrilled to see that this "flatter" loop received some fresh, un-graded gravel, so I was pushing hard, rubbing my taint into the saddle, and rocking to/fro like an idiot just trying to keep the wheels turning and the bike up. Nothing like going up hill, fish tailing at 9 mph. Frig.

The 2 survivors.

Eventually I made it to more suitable for suck legs roads and put in a solid 2 hours of feeling like shit. Would I have been happier NOT riding? I doubt, so I rode. Better to ride and feel like shit that to not ride and feel like shit for not riding.

As much as Saturday rocked in the saddle, today was just sort of "there." I sort of find the day after a singletrack binge always has me feeling a tad let down. Singletrack is like the Big-O of riding. Sure, you can ride and have fun without it, just like you can "fight crime" without the Big-O, but to quote no one at all... "it just ain't the same."

Later.