Saturday, August 21, 2010

My stumps are hurty.

Five solid hours on dirt, with an easy three and a half of those spent climbing.
It's the little things that remind me I'm closer to 50 than I am 25. Once I came to the final creek crossing, I engaged in a hard earned soak.
Cold water on blazing thighs is just what the doctor ordered.
Truth be told, the doctor would probably order that I not do such things to myself again, but after that, a creek soak would probably come in a close second.


-mk- said...

post-ride creek soakings rank right up there with post-ride beers! nice work, good buddy.

TOMMY GUN said...

I soaked my knee in some dirt on lap #6 @ Theo Wirth the other night. Hey, look at me – I'm blogging!