Not sure how this seems to have happened, but I haven’t had much time for mountain biking over the last couple months. I’ve been out on little rides here and there but nothing epic. Today was my first epic ride for quite some time, as it was cold, wet, muddy, slippery, muddy, and really slippery. I sort of forced myself to go for a hard ride because I missed out competing in a race today in favour of a social event. What I found was a strong correlation between going for a hard ride in wet muddy slippery mud and frequently losing control. This made it the best ride I’ve done for a long time, also because I didn’t do too badly fitness wise either.
Below is proof to my riding buddy who is currently overseas that I’m keeping up the fitness, and that I should be able to pull my weight for the Foxy1000 100km race with 4km of vertical ascending in October.
