Yeah, I made that term up. But that's how my ride felt on Monday and the feeling stuck around for my run yesterday morning. Is it that time? Did "that" day decide to stretch into a two-day slump?
What day? "That" day. Pretty much every female mountain biker understands. It's that day when your hormones are so completely out of whack that you steer into trees, pick the worst possible line - even on trails you know like the back of your hand and completely forget how to lean into or out of a switchback.
I've been off the MTB except for one or two easy jaunts most of the summer. I hit the Pig Saturday and felt great, riding easy and having a blast. It's our easiest trail, but there were some reroutes I'd never done before, so figured I'd dab a time or two, but I felt great. So, decided to hit it again Monday. And that's when it happened. It was like I'd never been on a knobby-tired bike before. I was sketchy to the 10th degree. Dabbing, short stopping and ramming my saddle into my pardukey, slingshotting over roots. Basically I made every bad manuever possible. I gave up after 1.5 laps and headed for home.
So, I figured it was over, done, I'd be cool on Tuesday. I had a great long run on Sunday, and did the same route on Tuesday morning, before it got too hot and humid. And my body was again going haywire. I was drenched in sweat early on and my legs were absolutely not down with the route. What I'd run up easily, I had to walk, and sometimes I had to stop and recuperate mid hill. Now, I do live in a very hilly neighborhood, but these were long gradual climbs, not the short and steep and long and steep hills I sailed up Sunday.
So, two days this month? Just to spice up my life? We'll see if it stretches for three. I'm meeting Kim at Thomson this afternoon, ostensibly to work with her on a couple of her trouble spots. We'll see if it isn't me having trouble spots.
In other news I'm hard at work for
Danielle and
Namrita, and hopefully
Carey (soon). I'll have some design work to show you all soon.