Alrighty, let’s dive into another tale from the life and times of a trail blazer.
So, yesterday was a mixed bag of “I’m okay” vibes until I hit the hill. That’s when my legs decided to stage a mutiny, practically screaming, “Nope, not today, pal.” But did I listen? Nah. I went full drill sergeant on them, pushing through the pain in a display of tough love. The trails were a hot mess, all thanks to a sneaky snow dump the night before, forcing me—for the first time this winter—to hop off my steed and tackle some hills on foot.
Fast forward to today, and there’s zero denial in the air. I’m fried, thoroughly cooked. But hey, at least my legs and I are on speaking terms, sharing our true feelings like an open book.
Now, for tonight’s adventure: the infamous “Poop Luge.” Yep, Woods Gulch, notorious for being the go-to toilet for our furry overlords. The trail’s squeezed into a narrow gully, leaving the pups with no choice but to do their business right there. Not their fault, really. It’s the owners, strutting around with their noses in the clouds, pretending they missed their dog’s not-so-stealthy squat. I’m just praying everything’s frozen solid tonight. And with any luck, I’ll bump into the TNR crew. Wonder who’s showing up for the fun?
ON THIS DAY IN HISTORY
Let’s take a stroll down memory lane with my intriguing blog posts:
- 2009: Need A Race Bike?
- 2007: Lolo Pass Tele Ski
- 2003: Old Fashioned HTML
- 2002: Still Mounain Bike (able)
- 2002: Trust Our Higher Power
- 2002: Paul, Montreal, and Burlington
- 2001: Training Sucks!
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