Riding Again.

After dropping off the kids at school I went by the mudding trails that I like to ride.  The dirt looked good, some deeper ruts had water in them but the rest of it was good to go.  I know what I'm doing after the gym today.

Fast forward a bit, it's after the gym and I'm finally ready to go.  I'm dressed for the cold and the kid has the mandatory milk/snack/toys/blanket for their enjoyment.  We're off to the garage and hoping the bike doesn't need any work since the last time we went out.  It doesn't.  Score.

I'm pushing those pedals for maybe a fifth of a mile and my legs are burning already.  This can't be happening, I want to ride.  I push it and by the time I hit the trails they're still burning but I'm hoping that my pre-workout drink is kicking in soon.

It does.  Some of the "safe" dirt was actually mud in disguise.  That caused some fun at times.  At one point I wondered if the mud had jammed my brakes closed because of the resistance.  Nope, just that much mud on the tires (and my feet).  At one point I had to find a stick and clean out the gears so I could move.

I rode for about three miles through dirt, mud, and grass; if all goes well, I'll be doing it again tomorrow.