So Gill finally persuaded me to enter one of these crazy races she gets involved in. Having never ridden a mountain bike in cleats yet, and having had to return my cracked frame to the shop, I borrowed my boss’s MTB and entered this race (the Quiet Little Ride – 65km Cross Country with 650m of ascent and about 1300m of downhill), against my better judgement. Big surprises:
1. I actually did it
2. I didn’t kill myself, despite a couple of close calls at high speed
3. I even enjoyed it
4. Most surprising of all, I finished it!
And now, my bum hurts…