Running Toward: Adventuring

I mentioned briefly on Friday that I’m signed up for a fall adventure. Swamp donkey!

This race has been on my radar for a couple of years but given that I don’t canoe, have never mountain biked and get lost on well marked roads…I figured it would maybe be something to do in a few years when I’d hopefully have developed some outdoorsy skills and possibly a sense of direction.

I’m really excited to be doing this event this year. Ignorance being blissful and all, I figured I should probably try to prepare myself as much as possible of the next few weeks so that my teammates don’t throw me out of the canoe in hour one. Since canoe practice isn’t logical (no canoe, no lake…hmmmm), I opted to test my might mountain biking.

…I nearly peed my pants in terror…

25 min of biking. I'm not even going to tell you how much my heart rate spiked...
25 min of biking. I’m not even going to tell you how much my heart rate spiked…

Not bring the strongest biker to begin with, I have a fairly good idea of what to expect. And I was pretty much on the mark. You guys…this is hard stuff (and we don’t even have tough terrain or hills here). I managed a short intro ride with a friend who was gracious enough to show me the ropes and not loud outwardly at my inexperience, terror or extreme lack of ability to steer the bike.

Not wanting to let fear get the better of me, I went back the next morning to try again, this time on my own. I did a longer version of the same trail (made even longer because I got lost-shocking-and at one point envisioned my body being found weeks later…). I started trying a few different things to gain better control of the bike (watching hours of Olympic mountain biking for the win!) and though was still quite tragic, was slightly better.

Take 2!
Take 2!

Can we also talk biking shorts for a moment before I sign off? Seriously…greatest thing ever. I want to buy a pair just so that I can sit comfortably on wooden chairs and benches. And don’t get me started on how you can double up the shorts. I mean…seriously!! Sure you feel like you’re wearing a mattress but it beats bruising your butt and lady bits every time you mow through a pile of tree roots that any novice rider would have the common sense to go around.

So there you have it, my first (and second) mountain bike adventure. Hopefully a few more before race day next month!