Today I saw a Unicorn
I went up to King of the Mountain. There’s the State Championship Race this weekend. I have always wanted to race King of the Mountain. I thought, well, I better ride it.
In the first couple of miles I saw a unicorn. I had to walk a lot.
I don’t think it’s advisable that I race King of the Mountain. When the mind starts playing games on you at altitude, it can be freaky.
So even though I enjoyed seeing the unicorn, I think, it’s best not to continue the Fairy Tail, I will volunteer on Saturday.
I have only ridden this trail a measly 4-5 times in my existence. Last time I coasted up today, it was not super hard, just ominous.
**Here’s a funny picture my monkey’s took of me: it would work here nicely with, “Today I saw a Unicorn”. It’s funnier because it’ like “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas”.
I have never ridden it alone. It was freakishly freaky. There was nobody on the ski mountain, that’s a lie, there was at least one person. I knew if I made it all the way up the mountain to the Tram, there would be more.
I finally saw a deer, when I saw the deer, I gave thanks to God for the food for the Bears and the Cougars.
I prayed that I didn’t see any beady eyes staring at me through the woods. When I was on, what is slopes in the winter time, I was not sketched. When I was in the woods, I was sketched.
Yea, made it to the top and I met two fabulous people, who love to run, from Arlington, TX, one of them going to school for Kinesiology.
And of course, first set of trees I remembered: Nancy DiMarco from TWC in Denton.
….so just in case you check in, and hopefully you will.
The descent went well. Loose in the corners of the switchbacks, so a tire that won’t slide out, would be highly recommended, especially at faster descent speeds.
Sunday the girls and I walked/ran the Crest Trail as we waited for man of the hour to get up there on his bike: 45 minutes
Saturday rode the Crest. Not very fast, almost embarrassing. I had to get out of the saddle at one point and pedal.
It was 35 miles, with 14 miles straight up, who’s gonna call me a whimp. Not bad for basically my first REAL training ride.
The Truth:
I am afraid of the wind! I am so scared of the wind, I lock up and practically stop.
It’s not all the wind: it’s just when it comes from the left front into my front wheel. It’s happened twice on me now.
At least I am aware of my EXTREME FEAR of the WIND.
I have a new mantra:
“I love the wind, the wind is my friend, the wind helps me go faster”.
The first part of recovery is acceptance.
I have fully accepted that with 2 jaw surgeries in a year, that I am scared of hell of the wind.
Now I can move forward.
So guess, what’s on my skills work list?
Not hard to guess, huh.