Remember the cry of the Lone Ranger when he mounted his steed and galloped away..."Hiii Hooo Silver!", etc? It was kind of like that last night on a pre-Halloween group ride. It was actually a fun idea. Get a group, get some lights, ride to the top of a local climb where a truck awaited with jackets, coffee and Halloween goodies, then drop into a singletrack and loop on back to a BBQ at the bike shop.
So, off I went. At the first sign of the hillclimb, I heard this awful braying noise. Soon, I realized it was coming from me. Was it a full moon? Oh no, not the dreaded Were-Donkey...no, not that, just the regular old donkey that lives within me and seems to come out whenever a long climb comes along.
It was very frustrating, cuz I have been riding quite a bit. Maybe last night was one of those off days. I usually ride that climb in a mix of small to middle chainring and the second half nearly all in the middle. Last night I had to live in the small ring pretty much all the way up. I think I passed 3 people. Sigh. Only 25 more to go.
Well, I don't know. I suppose it should make me more determined to train harder or better or...
Right now it just makes me depressed. Donkeys get that way sometimes.
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Were-donkey! Now that is funny!
Ya know, I can get depressed a bit when the legs aren't happening, but ya know, it's great to be able to ride a bicycle. I try to remind myself of that blessing when the moment doesn't seem so bright.
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