I had 4 hours of sleep last night so today’s post might be a little blabby. Yesterday was “Lunch and Learn” day at work. It is where we give up our personal lunch break time to be re-trained in other positions like cashier (not that there is anything wrong with cashiers). Usually after this is over I take some “personal time” and go do personal stuff, like what people usually do on their lunch hours. On Thursday’s I go prepare a bike for the Missoula Thursday Night Ride. But that did not happen as I was immediately given rouge tasks and required to stay at work (my decision … need to set boundaries).
Theoretically one could get off work at 5 and be at the 6 TNR. Well I went home to a flat tire which was innocent enough. In my infinite wisdom and stress induced fog I decided to put the Stans system on since I was sick of changing tubes. This meant a quick trip to the gas station across town to air them up. I got home with 5 minutes to 6. I threw every thing on and headed out.
I arrived at the group so stressed out and discombobulated that I cant really remember the topic of discussion only that I tinkered with finishing up a bike tune. We headed out and I dumbly followed. I was planning on riding for an hour and then doubling back to do my core workout that was planned. By the time the hour rolled around I was only then coming out of my stupor. I wanted to continue now that I was with the group.
So we had the usual kick ass time. We rode up treasure and finally Sentinel. We ran into the “other” group a couple times and it was nice to see their smiling faces. He hit the top and did the usual family portrait when it happened.
Ed and Arron upon hearing a train whistle in the distance started walking towards the wind sock in what seemed a drunken stupor. They knelt before the city of Missoula below us and kissed the ground. I figured it was some kind of religious ritual and gave them some space.
Suddenly like a flower blooming in super fast speed they arose but instead of on legs they stood on their heads. Ok, this needed to be investigated. When they were finished with their “display” I was about to ask “WTF”. Suddenly a shift occurred.
The temperature went from 40 degree range to 25 degrees rang instantly. Obviously they conjured up some kind of witchcraft voodoo to create snow clouds. The storm clouds started to roll in and we got off of the summit just in time before we all flash froze to death.
It was a great trip into town and Arron was sporting a new found mountain bike ability. What exactly did they do up there? We got back into town and quickly dispersed to our individual lives. I went home and sat in the shower until I could feel my toes again.
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