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Monday, January 16, 2006
Back in the mud
I finally went mountain biking again yesterday. Four months off the trails, it was a pleasure to get extremely muddy around the Ridgeway on a Trailbreak Orienteering event.
Why did I think there was no fun in pushing a mud-laden bike through ankle-deep gloop?
When did the need to spend an hour after the ride cleaning me, the bike, and my clothes become too much of a hassle?
How did I come to believe that the grinding sounds your bike makes is the sound of money ready to be spent to fix things?
And at what stage was a 7am start too early?
Those were the things that stopped me riding a few months ago. I just couldn't be bothered with the hassle.
But yesterday, it all made its perverse sense once more.
Why did I think there was no fun in pushing a mud-laden bike through ankle-deep gloop?
When did the need to spend an hour after the ride cleaning me, the bike, and my clothes become too much of a hassle?
How did I come to believe that the grinding sounds your bike makes is the sound of money ready to be spent to fix things?
And at what stage was a 7am start too early?
Those were the things that stopped me riding a few months ago. I just couldn't be bothered with the hassle.
But yesterday, it all made its perverse sense once more.
// posted by Andy @ 8:59 am 
