I was down in KC last weekend. We hit up the Irish Festival on Saturday night. I met up with a few friends and drank some good stout and listened a few bands. Sunday we went to the Renaissance Festival. That is a yearly thing for the Husar clan and we always enjoy it. But on Sunday afternoon after the Renaissance Festival I took Noah out to Landahl for some mountain biking. We had a great time and Noah was pushed to his limit. As soon as he got in the car he took off is shirt and had crazy sweaty hair going on. He looked pretty funny. But he was smiling from the ride.
On Monday morning I went back to Landahl to hit the harder trails alone. I think I spend over 3 hours out there riding solo. It has been five years since I rode out there and the trails here great. A few new ones as well. I forgot just how rocky it is in parts. It was great hitting Rim Job, Dave’s Maze, Root Canal, and Will’s Wanderer. Hell even the Family trail I rode hard.
But the funniest thing happened out there. I was just coming up Rib Job and was pretty tired. I pulled up next to a tree at the top of a slight hill. To my left was cliff face going up. To my right was a ravine going down. Going down steep I might add. So I pulled up next to the tree with tired legs. I pull up a little short of the tree so I cannot just grab it to hold myself up. I start leaning towards the right with the ravine is kind of playing with my mind. One of those don’t look down kind of things I think. I go to pull out of right foot from the clipins and it is not coming out. Now my clips are not any where close to being tight. I am always pull out very easy. But for some reason I couldn’t get my foot out. I start leaning more towards the ravine side a little more. Before I knew it I have one hope and one hope only to stop myself from falling done the ravine. A branch from heaven. Like an angel put it there to stop me. I grab it knowing it is my only hope to stop myself from tumbling down about 15 feet off the trail into rocks, brush and trees. I reach and grab the branch. But no luck, it is like dead and not even attached to the tree. Down I go into the ravine with my shoes still attached to the pedals. Tumbling over and over on my side. I hit hard and my head slammed a good one. I laid there for a minute then started laughing as I struggled to get my feet free. My body was in one of those positions that you see people in when you just off a building and hit the concrete.
But I got up and climbed out of the ravine back on the trail checking to make sure I could still roll out of there. Everything was good and I was happy no one rolled by to see my fall. It was a great ride and weekend. I have not run yet this week. I body doesn’t feel right and I have a little of the crud that is going around. I think I will be back to normal tomorrow.
I got in a decent run tonight. I went for speed and not distance tonight. It was pretty nice out so I shed a few layers of my normal winter gear. Some tights, two pair of b-ball shorts, two shirt and a hat. Felt a little lighter that is for sure.
