No, I did not pull the plug on the blog yet.
Quick "Thanks" again to everyone with their supportive comments and e-mails I've received. Much appreciated that some of you appreciate the blog. Time will tell.
For now . . .
Stopped feeling sorry for myself long enough this weekend to get my ass out-of-doors. Curvy Butt and I got out for a three plus hour hike over in the park. Did a recon of some possible trails - some I've ridden in the past, some hopefully next Spring.
Carbide Wilson Mill - clicky clicky photo to make biggie.
In 1911, Wilson began experimenting with the condensation of phosphoric acid in the manufacture of fertilizers at a mill on Meech Creek within the park.
Trails, for the most part after the snow, freeze and thaw that we've been having, were way too soupy to be riding on.
Beauty new-to-me single track to keep me inspired and motivated for next season (Sssshhhh, ignore the signage in the tree). Any locals know this trail? Unofficial name? It dumps out/starts at Cowden Rd near P16. Anyone got GPS maps they can send me of the trails in and around O'Brien?
Both Saturday and Sunday were beautiful sunny days. Major difference was the temperature. Saturday was like +5, Sunday was - 5 without the windchill. I knew that I had to get out despite the cold, had to get out in order to keep some sanity. Phoned Curvy Butt around 9:30 AM:
Me: Hey, you want to ride today or what?Five minutes later . . . . another phone call to Curvy Butt after went outside to the compost bin:
C.B.: I'm sitting in my underwear drinking tea and I'm half asleep. It looks cold out. What did you have in mind? Road or mountain?
Me: Nah, not mtn. My arm is still fucked. Road. Loop of the park?
C.B.: Aaaaaa . . . Jesus, that's going to expose a lot of lost fitness.
Me: Pfffft, fitness. We'll go slow. That's the only speed I have right now.
C.B.: Okay. Gameline at 1pm?
Me: Dude! It's fucking cold out!!
C.B.: You bailing?
Me: Fucking right! I'm not freezing my nads off in that. The couch is nice and warm and there are some cartoons on this afternoon.
C.B.: Aaaaaa . . . it can't be that bad. I think I'll go anyway.
C.B.: . . . .
C.B.: . . . . . .
Me: Fuck! Okay. I'll go. Fuck.
So cold Sunday. Had some emergency bootie repair to do before I set off to meet up with Curvy Butt. Dental floss - not just for flossing once or twice a year. It's super strong too!
Time for new booties. What are your favourites?
You'd look this mad too if you had my fat arse to lug up hills.
Like the stash?
Aren't you growing one? Didn't you know it's Movember?!? All to raise awareness and money for Prostate Cancer Research.
It being Movember Thom had a mustache contest going on - I lost. Golden boy won. Go figure. It was rigged. Check it out - my entry took me all of two minutes to do, had the originality of a Britney Spears song and was totally unrealistic . . . really, who could grow a syringe mustache?
Curvy Butt - always ahead on the climbs.
Might be my last time on the bike to the top of Champlain this season. Snows a coming.