There was blood. Excellent!
My co-workers asked what my plans were seeing I was splitting 3 hours early. I told them I was going mountain biking at Batchelor Street. They did not feel it was prudent, and I was interrogated about the plan because LIVESTRONG is this Sunday. Nay sayers. I made it out with only a few puncture wounds, scrapes, and bruises. It’s not really mountain biking if someone doesn’t bleed, right?
Meg was kind enough to let me catch my breath (more than once), and while hyperventilating, I saw this very cool beaver dam:
Don’t bother trying to view it in a large size, my desperate gulping of air to fill my lungs caused the photo to be a bit out of focus. I have spent way too much time on the road bike. Heather
Distance: 10 miles
Ride category: Dirt therapy, and trying not to get too far behind.